if i had met you more than a few years ago
i'd say things like "do you like me ? check 'yes' or 'no"

if we'd come across one another a few years down the road
i'd admire your freedom and kind hearted soul

but i've met you in the middle of life
so i say "it" in ways that you know

when i text you "goodnight"
and ask if you're alright
when i hate to hear you sad
and listen to you talk about the day you had
when i curl up to sleep with your photo beside me
how i try to make you laugh, be as silly as i can be
i do all these things, and dream of the day you'll hear me...

saying "i love you" endlessly .

I used to be* Broken puzzle pieces
The computer locked me out
Left me without my sense of mind
The only thing that mattered to me
My words
My story
My poetry.

No amount of alcohol
could make me numb out
the thoughts of you in my head
Desire, lust, love
I have the symptoms
of all of the above
You fit me well
like a glove
You fill me up
like alcohol fills up
an empty glass
You're the champagne
of the night
the thrill I seek
my medicine
my remedy
my one need
You're the venom
without the poison
the love, my hunger it feeds
You set my body free
Spiritually
Emotionally
*Psychically

You told me black was your favorite color,
and I have always preferred lace, myself,
so I found something to make us both happy.

I knew I would see you today,
and if I leaned over in just the right way
you'd see the quick peek of what's hiding underneath
this light summer dress-the kind that lifts off so easily,
and you would wonder if it was for you.

Did you notice?
It was not an accident, but an invitation.
And something about the way
you placed your fingertips over your lips
to hide the smile slowly spreading across them
tells me that you accept.