Wat I think i am
  What i'm not
Wat i dont wanna be
   Wat I need is to lose some
   its not  healthy
    But dont wanna be too skinny
       So I'll stay chubby

You say you're tough,
love the *******,
like things a little rough.
I mean,
I mean
I could leave
red imprints on your pretty bottom,
but I'd hate to ruin such fine art.
And Baby,
you are a freaking masterpiece
of lady.

Everything
I’ve ever known
has gone away
& I’ve spent a lifetime
waking up with a broken heart.
I wish she was here,
the one who took me to a place
nobody else ever could.
I wish I could wake up next to her
again,
so she could feel the pain
of my emptiness
without her.

~

Dusty leather laces
Knots of endless fraying
Caustic on the ribbons of a heart now in the shade

Promises are broken
Thin ice on the river
Postcards tossed into the trash so long ago displayed

Darkness finds the corner
Shadows hold the meaning
Does the world still spin when every other place is spared

Tight along the border
Guards embrace the fence line
Lost along the boundaries of love no longer shared

Knees are feeling weaker
Tears now find their falling
Puddles drench the wingtips neatly polished on the strand

There outside the window
Sunlight streams the valley
Teaching us the woman doesn’t always make the man

Sometimes she breaks the man…

a bit of a grimace
some tension
a glance
a little nod
quick-positioning
a hiked skirt
pushed pretty lace
paydirt
squirt
back to work
smiling

To clear his head
he strips dark and light,
smudging charcoal
across the white.

He renders me
with edges lines,
scratching bones
until they shine.

To unblur the mess
inside his head,
etching softly
while words unsaid.