Love is like a waterfall,
it unexpectedly enthralls.
It's always flowing, always falling,
always crashing, always calming. . .

I'm fading, slowly, but I'm still fading.
My eye lids are heavy, I have no energy.
I can feel the soft blankets brush against my skin.
I share thoughts with myself. Now I am at peace and
I will be at peace till the morning awakes me to a familiar routine.

I have often wondered what would have been
What could have been with you
Had it been a different place and time
If we had similar views

The paths we cross they all have reasons
Sometimes it's hard to figure why
We touch each others lives in some way
Then we say goodbye

Feelings were strong and very real
perhaps not strong enough
To cross those invisible borders
Chasing after love

Perhaps we should just smile and reminisce
The season that we shared
Keep the good, cast away the sad
Leave the feelings undeclared

i just want to smile like
I used to in the darkness
when you ran your hand
up my spine and buried
your fingers in my hair
and pulled my mouth
to meet your waiting
lips in a kiss that set
my soul on fire. i want
to feel your hands on
my skin as they leave
burning trails across
my lonesome heart,
like a tattoo or a secret,
something forbidden,
something wanted with
everything conceivable,
available, tangible. i
want to have your heart
in my hands, against
my chest so they can
beat as one. i never told
you how at home i felt
as i lay there while
we slept, your warmth
against my back, your
face buried against my
neck. your hand was
upon my stomach, but
i felt your fingers on
my heart, your lips on
my soul, the fire in your
eyes as we exposed
everything to each
other. i feel the sand
slipping between my
fingers; time does not
cease, even if one begs
and hopes, nor does it
reverse itself to the whim
of the broken hearted,
we can only pursue that
which is worthy of our
proclamation, and if we
can remain strong enough,
and endure the hardship
of loneliness, then perhaps
time itself will cease for one
blissful moment and life
will finally seem to be on
our sides.

Burn me. Make me feel you.
Let me see your blinding light. Be close enough
to ignite the soul. Crash into me,
walls of fire burning every inch.
You can’t burn what you can’t reach.
Make me feel you, make me matter.
Burn me, make me real.

Scorch me, singe my very being.
Leave red scars shaped like hands shaped like you;
burn them into my skin.
Don’t cut, don’t make me bleed.
Don’t force the Inside out so quickly;
it gets messy. And god knows we can’t be trusted
to clean up our own messes.
Don’t melt me, set fire to me whole.
I can’t drip; I need to stay together
to know that I’m all here.

Lay siege to me with flame.
I can’t stand smoke or ash, simply
singe every layer with your sparks
until the inside is all that’s left.  
The underneath will emerge,
maybe stronger. Maybe not.
Burn me to find what’s there.

Burn me, please, or try.
Can one set fire to the self?
When the body burns away does the soul
catch the rest? Does it spiral upwards
in the smoke? Does it become the smoke?
There has to be something more, I’m sure
that when you char my body all that’s left
will be all that matters.

So experiment with me, even if you don’t believe.
Play with fire, if you care at all.
Burn me to the core, to the innermost levels
of all that is flammable.  
I need to know I’m really here.