You probably understand. Or maybe you don't, after all. Either way, it is jumping around inside me and if I don't let it out soon all my carbonation will fizz up and run over the side of my glass and I don't want to waste all that sweetness.

I want to kiss you underwater.

I want that kiss to be the only thing keeping us alive. Down there we are foreigners, aliens. Grasping, I want to feel your flesh in stark contrast to the smooth wetness all around me, like a secret.

All that life where we cannot live. Exotic, forbidden, so lovely. I am sick with love.

She unzips slowly down her spine
Will you be her valentine?
Lips to linger at your kiss
Soft hands reach for wanted bliss

Who will save this girl defined
Untamed, reckless valentine

Someone love her as she’s wished
Hold her tight, do not vanish
Show her there is love this time
Since you’ll be her valentine

I told him I loved him.
Even though it was clear that he couldn't hear me.
I told him in the dark so that it would be impossible for him to see me.
I asked him if he felt the same way with my eyes closed.
So that just in case he said no,
I wouldn't have to witness his lips speak the word.
I asked him if he needed me.
And even though I knew it wasn't so,
I was curious as to if he would say yes to amuse me.
To soothe me.
I told him I loved him in the dark with my eyes closed,
So that if his ****** expression rearranged to one of confusion,
I could revert from the pain and paint an illusion behind my eyelids
Of a tropical island
Where it was just us.
I asked him when I'm not around does he feel that something's missing.
And as I realized the fact that he still wasnt speaking back,
That I had been falling while he was merely slipping.
But I admittedly take the blame for the cause of all this pain,
Because you never think to ask permission.
Yet, he stole something so dear to me without a scolding.
My heart was now in his possession and my heart he'd been molding.
So I had to let him know my love for him was pure,
And still I'm not sure that he knows it.
I then opened my eyes as he stood there frozen,
I came to the light and that's when I told him,
** I want my heart back.

Seldom thoughts flow these days
Caught, up
in the inky tar and the
off-white pages
with their lines, black lines
separating
word from word
line from line
thought from liquid reality.
Or some reality,
For words unwritten
and thoughts unchecked.
Lacking color and opacity,
Failure to communicate
that type block iceberg.

Don't you remember?
We were best friends.
We loved each other.
Don't you remember?
We talked about the future.
Everything seemed so certain.
So what happened?
Everything went from "is" to "was"
and "yes" to "maybe."
So what happened?
The time I used to spend with you
I now spend wondering where I went wrong.
Am I to blame?
I let things get out of hand.
I let you have your way.
Am I to blame?
I fought too hard
when I should have let you go.
So where do we go from here?
You pull me in close
when you feel like it.
So where do we go from here?
I want to be strong,
but I want you, too.

Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand.

I'm planting seeds in December
I planted One for love
Two for peace
Three for every moment I felt the breath of eternity
slipping through your lips as I brushed mine across your flesh
gracefully grazing with my fingers
the curve in your back
Healing the strain and tension that your work had let in
I held my left hand above your skin
and prayed the pain that had sunk in
would flow into me
I drew it out persistently
I took it all in a heart beat
and I watched as your mind drifted off quitely
Hoping it would lead you into serenity
With my right hand I projected
all the beauty I had collected
while watching the sun decend sleepily into the sea
and I witnessed you exhale all the trials you faced recently
My hands now taking you into a vast journey
Your conscious mind lulled into sleep
and I talked with you telepathically
Tracing the points sensationally
Touching upon subjects that needed to be
Soulfully blessing the night with a gift of insight
My love I felt everything
Unthawing the earth with the spark of spiritual empathy
I planted four seeds for always
and five for our hopes
The six I had left I repeated the first three
and I watched them grow
Two bonded effortlessly
into One being
Corresponding
Equilibrium
Perfectly
Forget-me-nots began flourishing

For so long I have been without
convinced passion bit the dust
and then one day you came along
and somehow lit the lust.

Your words were sheer poetry
emotion did not hide
perhaps that was the spark
that lit the fire inside.

Now I remember how it feels
my passions I will trust
Get your *** here loverboy
to be with you I must.

Before me she lies; a living tender feast
Her limbs yield like cream on a platter of sheets,
I want to consume her flesh like caviar,
In small greedy bites from a spoon made of bone
So every inch of her body knows it’s never alone
Subtle **** raspberries cresting pale colored peach
The flat plane of her stomach an endless stretch of beach
A thin sheen of honey clings to her limbs
Spreading and gathering from my touch, on a whim
Here lies my passion, she whispers to me but the truth cannot lie so easily;
It spreads simple & sweet, unassuming & neat;
Marmalade yielding in a luxe sea of heat
Hence I remember, lest I forget,
it was her smile that caught me,
her smile that sought me,
and her smile that taught me to love.