Don't go near the fire,
Phoenix!
Oh, you've still got a lot to learn.
You feel warm
as you get close,
But close enough
and you'll get burned.

I stare into the pit
as I warn you of this
Hypnotized by the movement
Like greater meaning is amiss.

A sudden change of air
and the heat
makes me aware
of some deep longing
for comfort
I guess we all share.

I look through my telescope.
Try to aim
steadily.
But all I see
and focus on
is blue-gray nothing.

I admire the stars
and I look for the moon
but I'm sad to admit
my telescope lacks zoom.

Maybe the world's moving too fast
and I'm not quick enough.

Maybe it's just that my patience didn't last
Don't think I've got the stuff.--
to make this the night
I envisioned it to be.
The fire the dogs the telescope and me.

Well the flames at least
are still here to see.

An unpainted
treasure chest
with the initials
"LP"
No glaze.
--Takes me back to the days
when I made her.
8th grade and I was no
art major.
-But I made her.

Bland, against a white wall.
Unnoticed
among them all.
There's a lid
and a box
but no key
and no lock
there's no way to keep shut
or keep out what I shouldn't trust.

Unpainted, unglazed, just burned.
What a haze.
While I move
to another room,
another wall,
it changes all.

Now white can stand out.
And it won't ever blend in.
Not unless it's put against
a white wall again.

.
.
.
.

Feel me tonight.
..

Close your eyes

My fingers through your hair...
     slowly my hands move down
        intertwine my fingers with yours.  
Warmth.
I move to be on top of you,
And I only
   Look at you.

Our eyes close
When I kiss your lips.

Closer, I rest my head on your shoulder
and with our eyes still closed,
we breathe.

I kiss your neck and your shoulder and chin and scar and cheeks and ears.
I like your face. I like touching and kissing it. Kiss kiss kiss.

I breathe in and I can feel our bodies wrap around each other-––
So warm, this energy.
The lightness,
This melding-soaking
That is so natural.

And we are clinging and tightening and tugging. --Squeeze!
Squeeze!
Tighter, ––tighter!
I won't stop squeezing!

...

Its hard
To Not touch you, you know.
It makes me want to cry.

'I kiss your tears.'
I wipe your snot.
I give you some water with lemon to drink.

Man, I could put my cheek so close to you
and feel the flutter of your eyelashes against my skin as we laugh.
****.
Wish you were here.

Your lips.
To
my fingers,
my cheek,
 my own...
See I had my senses
repeat repeat to themselves,
soaking in
what to remember
of you.
.
Around me and in my mind
.
.
Then, I open my eyes..
and it's just me.

Drawn out, and
Brought back to this moment that says,
I am alone.
... Counting the minutes until I see you.
   Less than 24,000 to go.


Close your Eyes...

Review, Relax, Sleep.

I'll see you soon.
And sooner in a moment.