Red lipped and soft spoken,
the world is kind to girls like me.
But we are dark eyed and dark minded
and our quiet mouths are burning.

I remember back when
I promised myself
I would never kiss anyone
who I did not think the world of.

Tallied gifts be given not
They're more to be forgotten
One tear
One tooth
One eye lash plucked
One wish
One chance
One night untouched
One hand
One word
One tender soul
One ear
One eye
One breath to hold
One pulse
One gaze
One brink of dawn
One meadow
One hearth
They'll all be gone
Tallied things be given not
They're only for the taking
Tallied things be counted most
When allied with the breaking

We spent several times over
The fluffy cloud nine of beertopia
Everyone fill your cup:
Knock the edge off your thought process
Numb your senses
Delve into the spirit
Forget the past
Live in the moment
Pop the tab
Cry your eyes out
We all have the terminal illness that is being human
We aren't  solving anything
We're simply making swallowing things a bit easier

You two are pure for each other.
The roses are immortal.

My heart is glowing of a million suns for you.
My soul is at ease with a million moons for you.

History isn't relevant currently.
The present is the present.
Patterns represent the future.

Candles burning in melody
Drafts sneaking beneath the floorboards
The furnace is broken but I’ll build a fire for you

A hopeless romantic I’ve grown to become.

Every ounce of courage was brought forth,
Spilling my heart out to you.

A fool I am?
I resent nothing I’ve told you.

I’ll continue to climb for you.

Don’t watch the people,
Watch the patterns,
The habits, the gestures,
The shared reactions.

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon