I am left with this impression of deception,
stamped upon my own misconception.
I miscalculated when I walked out the door,
how many nails from my coffin were sticking out of the floor.
I tripped on them as I made my way across the porch,
and then had to run from your pitchfork and torch.
I see it now when I look in the mirror,
this monster looking back couldn't be any clearer.
But even Frankenstein was just scared and alone,
so let thee without sin cast the first stone.

Right now "sorry" is too loaded a word,
to be even slightly properly heard.
I don't need forgiveness I just want some slack.
I want to stitch up the knife wound I left in your back,
but it sure does make sense that you don't trust me with sutures.
I only hope you can again in the future.

I never did mean to turn into a liar,
or set my own pair of pants on fire,
but no matter how hard I want to put it out
there is no water during a drought.
I walked across bridges in these same burning pants.
Of course they collapsed, they stood no chance.
I've exiled myself to an island of fire,
and as I look around I think...I deserve to die here.

Betraying your trust hurts worse to me
than a burn of the worst degree.
I just wish I knew what to do to fix it,
but this isn't something I can patch up with a tool kit.

My legs are made of jello.
I keep inhaling and exhaling
in awe and disbelief
whispering "oh my god"
to myself
as I walk home.
Did that really just happen?
I really felt that,
it was mine for a moment.
I had the shape of your body,
the taste of your lips,
the sound of your breath.
They entranced me.
Your fingertips
dance across me.
I haven't felt this,
it's new.
I've felt a longing mostly,
so the mutual desire
it blows my mind.
I can see it all over your face
when you look at me,
and you actually see me.
Caught up in a tornado,
a whirlwind of lust.
Your touches tingle.
I'm breathing way too loud
and too fast.
Still in disbelief
of where your hands are
on my body.
Entirely focused on your fingers.
****.
Everything about you feels so good.

The moments right after I cease to sleep,
are filled with thoughts of you.
Awaking in a morning haze,
when not much else makes sense yet.
The first imagine I can recall,
is a hopeful one of you beside me.
As I lay soaking in the new day,
I realize you aren't there.
That as much I'd like to greet today,
by stroking your hair out of your face,
I'm short-changed by the inconvenient truth.
Somewhere in a place far away,
too hard for me to reach,
is the girl of my dreams,
lingering in the clouds,
of every morning after I sleep.

Good pictures.
Mind dream,
and pounding.
I want your way,
perhaps hallucination.
This be, I like.
Keep you,
my hands.
Again.
If I lust,
try you.
All of it.
Close spoken future.
Noises,
Lost bodies.
Come, touch quickly.
Soft air had passion,
going sure.
Kiss the moment,
dont want the dark.
Passion at a turn of thought.
Again.
Moon, keep going,
especially when I feel like this.
Delve like this.
Have me.
I will feel this touch again,
Knowing these lips.
I can imagine air and not you,
dreams on the inside.
First mouths, first tongues.
In no time.
Lips place.
Bone.
You know I've been alone,
And I shouldn't be hungry.
Heard lust.
Spoken to me.
Tongues even help me.
Your parts, everyday.
I've been feeling surreal,
trying to envision,
what to imagine.
Tested many,
resist.
Lying, tastes.
Body recalls feeling so much.
Hungry already.
Down in a second.
You again.

This collection's so chaotic.
Oddities, all of us.
We ought to be audibly
deliberate more often,
rather than offensive.
Ostentatious all the time,
hard as nails,
hammering me down.
***** you, tool.
Driving around like you own the town,
but the car your only possession.
Possessed by the poison and gasoline fumes.
Light up another ****
but the air thick with vapors
threatens to blow you sky high.
Maybe next time around the block
try to be the good guy.

You yearn for yawns all day long,
Sleeping sprawled across the lawn
while sun glows on your cheeks
and winds sprinkle seeds.
Sticking, getting stuck
in your dark hair.
White little wishes
dotted here and there,
spaced out equally as a
constellation that could blow away
at any second, no hesitation.
Guessed the pearls you hide
smiled wide like stars too,
But beautiful
from skies and oceans,
like your eyes.
Salty and blue,
please dont cry.
When the sun sets,
Get ready, go.
Dark gaps also
like your hair and teeth
lead to tomorrows rise.
See the sea, we saw the sky.
Sighed while sleeping
side by side.

today i made love to a gorgeously golden woman high above the ground.
she gave me great warmth and her foreplay made me smile.
sweet and hot like cinnamon-sugar.
a chocolate covered chili pepper melting all over my skin.
somewhere coal shoveled into an engine burns the same color she releases with her essence.
almost like a dragon, her breath scares me and protects me both,
but fails not to wrap around me the aftermath of billowing smoke.

What is my everyday life but a struggle
to learn more about what I know?
After all that, at the end of the day,
all I know is that I know less
than what I thought I knew.

At the end of all major discoveries
I find more inquiries.
Lies laying in truths,
and both are so muddled
it's difficult to see which is which.

What you need to know,
VS
What you're manipulated into believing.

To the point where you cease to question anything at all.
Either for for fear of what might be learned,
or pure ignorance that you're being lied to.

My hope, my prayer, my passionate plea
for the world, for us all, for the human race -
is that we never ever lose our questioning nature.
Our drive to discover, to uncover, and to learn,
has to continue for us to endure.

I fear a day when this desire will be silenced in many.
Blissfully living shrink wrapped lives.
Carelessly carefree, carefully contained.
This time is near.
Or is it already here?

We must have faith
that some hearts can never be silenced,
some minds can never be tricked.
That some people will
never let our lights go out,
never let our originality be taken,
never let our freedom die.

Patience is a virtue,
it's too soon.
I won't shoot,
I'm holstered.
It's a moot point,
point blank.
Thanks.

Where are my manners?
Managed to stick myself between
a rock and hard place again.
Not a bad spot if you're a lizard.
Not a bad shot if you're cold blooded.
You didn't check the scene, now it's a crime scene.
I've seen this all before,
and yet it seems to get
darker each time.
Maybe it's finally getting to me.
They caught up to me,
my demons did.
They hid
within my skin, hungering.
Taking control
of my limbs, and I'm fumbling.
Mumbling phrases of praises
erases their faces.
Slate clean but shivering.
Deliverance is chilling
when your captives kept you warm.
Be forewarned not to enter their house again.
They will tempt you with fire,
and so you must
build a hearth
within your own heart.
Feed it your own breath
to keep it burning
while the world turns.
Yearning to be at the center
of something you can't quite remember.

There's a toss up
  in the air
and it must come down
it must.
The choices are trust
with the crusts cut off
or *** with your clothes still on.
A dried up ******* in a
a small room with a broken door
there's something to decide.
  and I decided I don't care
except that i always do.
With a myriad of moments
dosed in darkness
vague shapes fail to excite
a detached heart.
Beating while it beats,
fighting while it feasts.
  It's in the air,
permeates the atmosphere
but never could it do that here.
With an altitude altered attitude
how's the view?

Floating across a river of blood
in a pool of massacred dreams,
ripples of hope.
The water runs red because of the plague,
to remind of the good and warn of the bad.
Undesirable outcomes
of the ways we've been behaving.
I wanted to take a dip in that forbidden stream
before all this happened.
To watch it run clear and catch flickers
of light across it's ebbs and flows,
like someone had sprinkled glitter into it.
I wanted the beauty,
even though I didn't know how to swim.
Never had I been within something so
natural and crisp.
I was willing to drown if it could wash over me,
and make me feel as connected as it seemed
to everything around it.
How could this be considered erroneous?
It seemed peaceful...
Until lives were slaugtered on its banks.
Others who felt the same,
our kindered hearts,
we wept into the deep opaque water.
Water none of us knew existed until we saw it.
This same small creek,
that I had never been emerged in,
was now a scarlet current infused with tears.
Ripples from the sobbing rain are what remind us,
that it is an ever moving entity,
with a mind and a song,
and will filter itself someday,
with a slow, harmonious bubbling of purification.
I can wait, and let time heal my subtle rejection,
because now I know what I want.
I want to swim in this elixir of life.

beautifully sad woman,
city trees ***** mimicry,
that mean sick friendship changes,
but the blue eyes unhesitating, large,
a thunderbolt for someone,
fires of passion and caresses,
have tragedy, have disorder,
get us two confined,
now the imagines marry
a look will torment,
the dark velvet for witches,
led wolves,
each ache crackle that couldnt feel,
slowly flexes from sorrows,
and because the electrified spiderwebs,
have a small current,
an illusion that to have brightness there,
not when blinding them,
even if the sun heavens dreamed lover Greeks,
a thousand tears breathe songs.

I told myself it was good enough because it's what I used to write anyways. It was never very classy but at least it was something. There are times when it's enough to pretend it was real.
This time I was lying naked in my bed in the dark. Finally getting used to sleeping without clothes on. That's when I remembered the blue hair. I doubt this is anything but that's the fun of it I guess. A dream within a dream. Her legs are peaches and cream in those little dresses. The weird thing is I have to set up a back-story before I can get to the meat of the situation. Before I could choose the entirely wrong word to describe a lesbian encounter. Not meat. The opposite.
    and so much more delicious.

I think it was because I winked at her. Our smirks matched.
                   this was cute.

Choking on a grape that wasn't mine,
I shouldn't have plucked it from the gardens vine.
Under the starry linen draped above,
I noticed a dragonfly nearby
sitting on a fountain watching me die.
Asphyxia was kicking in,
looking up it seemed the moon did grin.
I closed my eyes for the end to begin
and amongst the darkness inside of me
the dragonfly was buzzing free.
It left behind a silver trail,
swirling up and through the veil,
behind which I could finally inhale,
the infinite taste of wine.

A prowling lion,
A hungry wolf.
Any number of things
may feast on me
because I am weak.
Sharp teeth
Sharper claws
my meek sensibility
cowers beneath.
A docile sheep dies
a quiet bird hides,
and somewhere silently
courage cries.
Fragile faith
manipulated grace,
ripping expression
right from my face.
Torn and shattered
bones and flesh,
cracked teeth
and broken speech.
Strong yet humble,
with placid rage.
I wear the many faces of
a desperate plague.

I miss you even though you haven't left yet
because in reality you've been gone the whole time
and why should I miss someone I barely know?
We feel like a ball of yarn, to me.
Tangled up enough times
to have acquired a few knots.
I'm going to be thinking of you, over here
because you weren't just a body to me.
Hopeless romantics shouldn't have flings.
The people beneath the skin are too much,
too intense and too real to ignore,
when you've never had an aptitude for distance.
Never been strong enough to hold much weight,
with your words.
Tipping the scale by putting
a heart of gold on one side,
and fate on the other.
Adieu.
Thanks for the company,
and kisses.
And thanks for reminding me,
not to get stuck here,
if there are people like you,
plane-rides away.

There is something I have to offer in my right hand,
Extended forward toward you.
Before you decline take a good look at it,
Consider it’s weight,
It’s balance,
It’s value.
I offer you this as a gift void of bribery,
Though a strange gift it may be.
Presented in it’s purest form,
No wraps or ribbons
Disguising it as anything better or
Any more exciting than exactly
What it looks like.
Specifically for you,
For no reason,
For I rarely dabble in logic lately.
Left to your own devices
I assume you’d pick my left hand
Which holds nothing.
Which is exactly what you want.
Which is fine with me.
I don’t want to give you anything
Anymore
Anyways.

With a heavy head of fog,
I blink and don't recognize
where I am
or rather
I forget how I got here.
I want everyone to go away,
so I can be alone,
with my lonesomeness,
but still care about me
and come running back to save me.
Only so I can tell them to leave me alone again.
I am fine.
I am not weak.
Go away.

Anger is such an ugly shade on you
the brightness of it's redness
it's burning, hot warning is hideous
Envy is such an ugly shade on you
the murky green, like suffocating algae
and it's dingy, jealous frown is disgusting
Sadness is such an ugly shade on you
Or not ugly but pathetic.
With it's dreary, gray blueness
and the color of your tears
They make me want to slap you
Gold is the color you should go with.
Spirit is gold, a heart of gold,
the golden gates of heaven
and your shiny golden teeth
whenever you smile.
Wear it often.

Can't stop thinking of the words...
I have a problem then
because I cant go around
thinking of the words.
They aren't nice words.
They are nice things but
not nice words.
And this is so because
these things are secret.
Because you don't talk
about these things except
behind closed doors,
when we all know
that these things are better
than any of the other things we have.

Heathen!
You breath in
sin!
You blow out the walls.
Heathen!
Knowing life
is a free thing.
You never paid
the ferryman -
back you came.
Half dead heathen
barely breathin'.
Stuck in the limbo
between life and death.

You blink your blind eyes in my direction,
my moving mouth is momentarily muted,
someone off in the distance can hear
nearly as clear as if their ear were right here
between us two.
Aware of our wordless shouting affair
carrying body language through the air,
assured of virtues demons once whispered
into each soul upon ones arrival.
Surviving key instincts to whimper and run
when you were too young to notice the snakes forked tongue.
But still you can hear nearly as clear
as if your ear where right here
beside the serpents softness.
Only to discover scales covering
and spreading along the parts of your body
which still remain hidden beneath the cloak you where made to wear
by the maiden whom named you the name you were called
by the same demon who created
what you
intrinsically
are
inside of
your very
darknesssssssssss
it hissed
and kissed you goodnight.
You awoke here.
Right here.
And nothing is nearly so very clear here.

There's a word that looks pretty when it's spelled out,
but sounds horrible on the ears when said aloud.
It's on the tip of the tongue, but I can't quite remember.
What could this word be? What could this word be?

"It was so simple." They finally said to themselves.
Wrong all along, and it sank in and they were soaked.

We are so flawed,
and we let others use it to hurt us.

We are so flawed,
when our convictions start to hurt people we love.

We are so flawed,
when we feel no guilt for hurting a stranger.

We are so flawed,
for thinking emotional pain is less than physical pain.

We are so flawed,
when we want someone to apologize and they're not going to.

We are so flawed,
when we struggle to forgive trespasses large and small.

We are so flawed,
when we think we deserve a prize for our kindness.

We are so flawed,
to believe ignorance is bliss.

We are so flawed,
it turns us into hypocrites.

We are so flawed,
that we close our hearts and minds for many reasons.

We are so flawed,
and so confused about ourselves and the world equally.

We are so flawed,
that we tell others of their flaws.

We are so flawed,
we can't even see it fully.

We are so flawed,
and so misunderstood.

I am so flawed,
This is why I need God.

You look so warm inside the rays,
I watch them as they dance ballet.
Across your face they pirouette,
until my every worry, I forget.

You kiss each other playfully,
blissfully unaware of me.
Glowing in the afternoon,
Your golden skin, it makes me swoon.
I'm far too mesmerized with you nearby,
watching days pass within your eyes.

You look at me and
I become the hours,
seconds, minutes, it overpowers.
Blinded by a solar flare,
ignitions in the air,
burning all around,
wishing the sun would never go down,
Slow down.

You stick around to watch the sunset,
I start to become a silhouette.
It's getting dark,
until your laugh lights up a spark.

A fire growing on the inside,
Shadows run and hide,
darkness can't survive,
when you're ablaze.

You're a star from outer space,
Rising up to interlace,
the human race.

This I always knew,
is what connected me and you,
and we're connecting all of us.

Call it trust.
Parts of you that can't be seen
illuminate the heart of me.

I just wanted you to notice me.
I wanted you to notice that I put mascara on,
I wanted you to tell me my eyelashes looked pretty.
I wanted you to see my subtle cleavage
and know that it was just for you.
I wanted to give you my skin,
give it to your fingertips.
I put on lace underwear,
our little secret.
I just wanted you to get me alone
and whisper to me
the things that no one else is allowed to hear.
I wanted you to pull me in close,
and press your love into me.
I wanted you to stamp it onto my heart
with a breath-taking kiss when nobody's looking.
I felt so invisible I had to hurt.
I know you can see me but I'm out of focus.
You love me but do you see inside me?
Can you see the sad, confused girl?
She needs you.
She needs you so much she doesn't know how to ask.

The flowers still smelled quite sweet from her garden at least.
Aromas rose up from beside the patio, lingering under her nose.
Warm all around, in the air, in her skin.
Something cold clutched her conscience, made her bones shiver.
With nothing to celebrate misery waits.
A lonesome porch swing the centerpiece for mourning,
sways lightly at the breath of phantoms.
Looking forlorn into the yard, all was hidden by mist.
It seemed the proper atmosphere to finally release her tears.
The night played tricks upon her eyes, conjured figures in the dark.
For the sake of her heart, for it to carry on, she will believe
a ghost wiped away everything while she cried.

Let these words touch you and pull you in close.
Feel me grasping at your body with feverish passion.
Hear my breath on your neck.
Could these words ever make you feel how much I need you?
My fingertips dancing across your skin letter by letter.
Each sentence wrapping around to embrace you.
The empty space between each word, a longing to kiss you.
Love in writing.

At work things blow up
no they don't

I have no job
and things blow sideways

uʍop ǝpısdn sǝɯıʇǝɯos puɐ

Nothing is nailed down except
the required scratching post.

NEW
TYH
OHR

Measle gamblers, weasel hamburgers.

Clouds don't hold much weight.
Wait for an airplane.
Plain as day.

Trusty I musty - for I have not wings.

But feet. Feets of feat a foot of foot to measure worth in length of walk.

I don't just want to sleep with you.
I have undefined feelings for you,
which span past that.
Now I'm getting worried.
Back in your cage, heart,
this isn't safe ground.
You could stop talking to me tomorrow,
and I wouldn't even know
what to do with myself.
If I never spoke to you again,
it would cause me much sorrow.
What is this I'm doing?
A person doesn't try to keep
something they cant even see.
Enough nonsense, mind,
this isn't the time.

Torsos in windows,
dark shadows,
whispered laughter,
and a wishbone stick.
Sickly, spider trees
rustle in the night breeze
lightly.
Streetlight beams find me.
Nose growing cold.
Walking from home
all alone.

I usually want to kiss you when we part ways
not because of anything serious
but because I enjoy you
and a kiss at the end of your company would be
almost like the punctuation at the end of a sentence
It just belongs and no one really notices it
nor is it trying to be anything other than what it is

A perfectly logical way to come to an end

Chances are you would understand this yet I never act on it
because I don't want to come across like I'm trying to turn
a simple period into a bleeding heart...
That wouldn't suit either of us in a very flattering manner
for it seems to me we are both untied and unbuttoned

The upside of this effect
is that our experiences remain open ended
On the downside my days with you usually feel
noticeably incomplete

It may be it's maybe too hard to handle,
or to understand.
Truly you'll take my pain away? My worry? My doubt?
Having only other mortal souls and bodies to compare to,
the gaps are vast.
There are chasms in my truths.
Perforated facts.
Even moreso sometimes it merely seems cruel.
You've been through enough.
What good could it possibly do to have you
bear the extra burden of wretched, unrighteous us?
It should be uplifting that you be so strong for me.
It is rather, and yet sometimes I find a hint of sorrow
in my heart.
A dash of guilt in my subconscious.
You, Keenest Eye beyond any measure of the sky
hide not I from it.
Observe my wandering wonders, oh wondrous one.
Let me behold.
Beautiful, of the light and the love peace abounds.
Sorrow, never to reach such a plateau.
Not ever to be but only to know.
To feel fondness for ever.
For so deeply my heart wishes to grow
as close to you.
A soul as sweet as fruits from your own garden.

Oh, beautiful stranger.
Stealing my focus.
This silent torture of
everything ever left
unsaid.
With strangers a lot
is always left
unsaid.
Voices shout from within,
screaming songs of my longing,
the magic of your impression.
Echoing and bouncing
off the walls I'm encased in.
Oh, I've never uttered
a word of sincerity
to a beautiful stranger.
If I could only bring myself
to say, at least,
"You're beautiful."
Stealing my breath and my words.
You strange and beautiful thief.

I find that the more you protest
the more they seem to think you're possessed.
So convinced it's of devilish brood
for you to scrutinize spiritual tools.
What blasphemy to think that this gate beyond great
holds so much more than what's been written!
Yet I am certain you cannot crack the code
just by cracking the binding of your Bible.
My resistance would have you conceive
that in the highest glory I do not believe.
"Not so!" I shout from outside the chapel.

How do I explain myself without opening my mouth?
My words have lost their merit within your house.
They altered form inside your ear,
so that what I might say is not what you hear.
If inquiry is deemed a sin
how can acceptance ever begin?

The God that I see is vision unseen!
Such a figure unlike you and me.
He did not have a pen to write down his thoughts,
and perhaps with his prophets a translation was lost.
Could a man,
even a man in Gods graces,
fully comprehend a deity's oasis?

I'm not saying that there is no God!
What I mean to convey is that man is not all.
We are not the end and the means and the project.
There is more to come, other books to written,
to believe He created all this just for Christians...
That cannot be correct.
God is far more complex.

Start up the engine and recover the momentum
that propels you through the day.
Like every day you woke up and were already happy
just because something new had begun, and was shining.
Or raining.
Even when you woke up and it was still dark and down-pouring,
you trusted the sun to be behind it somewhere.
And after all, we owe so much of ourselves to the sun.
We worship it because it has a natural way of making us feel,
like we're alive.
Like we're inside of it and around it and it glows fire,
through us, because of us.
We are all ablaze
and all combined.
All of us a part of some infinite inferno,
that I cant even fathom.

The instant I hit the pillow,
When I've done all I can do for that day,
Is when it haunts me the most.
I can ignore it during waking hours,
and then for some reason
the dark brings it to light.
I keep trying to convince myself I can do this,
but it's beyond me.
I can't fight off a ghost and I've tried.
I've tried to rid myself entirely of
these phantoms
that I also secretly long for.
An embodiment of intangible touches
tend to linger lightly.
It's hard to see details within the shades
of the shadows.
I couldn't show you.
Nor could I speak of it.
I am to suffer with ghouls and goblins
and I shall do it alone.
Shrouded in mist
mysteriously.
I don't just hide skeletons in my closet.
I hide decay.
I hide desperation.
I hide faces.
Facts.
Fact is I lie,
I yearn for,
I remember,
over and over and over and over and over
I remember.
Repeatedly replaying real life events.
This time around I can pause,
play,
rewind.
s.l.o.w. m.o.t.i.o.n.
still frame.
You've become nothing but
a specter to me now.
Looming just barely above my senses.
You no longer possess form,
so all you can do
is pass through.
I can't even touch you.
It gives me chills.

Take my hand,
take away my anger.
Take my heart,
make it love me.
Help me,
heal me,
show me,
know me.
Where you go,
I'm going.

Your purity, my dear, is unclear.
Once submerged, but you didn't
emerge fully cleansed.
Then again
what good is bathing in a lake
murky and mostly algae?
Uncleanly I am deemed
the doomed.
The ******.
With neither left nor right hand.
Guidance danced away slowly,
left lonely,
lost.
Only this time with a lantern
the dark, doomed, and ******
can be enlightened again.
I am open to glowing.
I'm told where I'm going
is brighter than the very sun.
Indeed, such a splendid prize I have won.
Worth more than gold,
this promise was priced.
Behold! Such a treasure
I can't close my eyes
for fear I might miss a glimpse
of what's only inside.

I am the snake bearing fruit.
The one with the sneaky soul.
These gifts I bring are not sincere.
Here's hoping the sweetness destroys you.
My motives are in question.
They always have been.
I am not a good person.
There is death behind this smile.

Things can only be off track for so long before you train yourself.
Where are we going?
That keeps coming up in small doses.
What potion am I concocting in my head?
There are other ingredients as well
but they aren't base notes.
Accents actually improve my senses,
and since when do I create my own specific brand of tears?
They're scented almost like a perfume that smells
not a **** thing like the beach.
You know what they say,
"Life's a beach."
In a small way it's accurate.
Living and oceans.
Life and seas.
I see life.
I make waves,
and function as the tides
always pulling away or pushing towards.
Towards or away
towards or away
towardsoraway
make up your mind,
are we coming or going?
Should we ask the moon while we dip our toes in the water?
Wading for an answer while he first addresses the stars.

It's a start.

Sounds like the Sandman is some sort of creep,
who puts dirt in your eyes while you sleep.
Also, I heard...that he sleeps with the sheep.
You can count on him to sleep deep in those sheep.
So yes, he's a creep,
and he lurks in the night,
but he isn't bed bug
and he'd never bite.
You will dream sweetly
and sleep extra tight.
When you awake you'll have crap in your eye.
A weird little gift,
from one strange little guy.

This vivid imagination can sometimes be a curse.
Haunted with visions,
memories playing all around me,
like a movie.

A reachable dream, just out reach.
Teasing me.
Letting me see what I could have,
but not letting me have it.

My mind grabs for it,
trying to steal a cookie from the cookie jar.
It gets caught, and it gets punished.

One day it will be strong enough to defend itself.
Then it can have what it wants.

That was fast, right?
I knew it wouldn't last
much longer past
that one night.

Talking to a close friend
I realized
my tendency to disguise
a dead end.

These feelings have no origin
and I know not where they go
so quickly afterwards although
I'd welcome them again.

Short bursts of affection
often zap me like lightening
only far less frightening
when shot in my direction.

To care for a soul
however briefly
carries me through life more sweetly
and makes it seem more whole.