Frail and naïve
Dressed in bare naked
Innocence
Punctuating your laughter
With coy
Resistance
I’ll toss aside my weighty
Halfhearted insecurities,
If only for right now.
Your hands and heart meet mine,
Just for a moment.
We turn away for fear
Of who or what
We might become.

All girl and
No pin up.
Pent up
Frustration
A sidewalk
A street lamp
A half lit cigarette
A smile
A kiss
A boy who didnt know
The difference

Nearly never,
Almost always,
You'll say
I'm sorry.
You're right, but
I'm nearly never
Wrong,
Almost always
just a little off.
You'll be the death
Of me.
I'll most certainly
Go willingly.
Nearly never
Awake enough to see
What's almost always
In front of me.

Fragile sins drip
From parted lips and
Finger tips.
Flitting and flirting with
The looming truth.

Writhing, Choking
Stealing the life blood of this giant.
Suffocating, Strangling
We must fell this beast.
All but dead,
It holds on reaching upward
Roots tearing at the sodden earth.
Trying to **** what little can still
Be found there.
We can nearly hear it shrieking
The behemoth groans and creaks,
The battle is nearly won.
Victory will be bitter sweet.