You read my eyes
And when you see
the endless pages
I feel no cause
to close, but lay open
for your chapters

Ages my bound spine
wished to be splayed
wide for your bookmarks
your margin notes

Write in me, soft
pencilled reference
Mark me, as your map
Under the stroke of your hand
I am fearless

Breathe deeply in me
with no counting
and let your clocks
drop and break, in bliss
In knowing who we are not
we are timeless

Show me your darkness
and let me hold it
that you may laugh
at your fear
through Shiva's eyes
Play with me

I long to see
your child-mind
that knows so well
how fairies dance
in sun or rain
Moons ago, and now
my heart still comes
when you look at me

My hopeless allegories
hide no secret beyond
this honest open love
but one
I want to leave my flowers
on your doorstep every day

Copyright 2015 Ken Rush

when I came home I laid
with all my clothes on
sinking into my bed
then fell asleep

it was comforting
being held by cotton
for the night
it reminded me of you

everyday I have slept
in these clothes
that I don’t like

because they remind me
of how your blankets
hugged my hips
and your velvet hands
touched my skin

I’ve slept in my clothes
every night since then
and now it has
become a habit
I’m not really
reminded
of you
anymore

As I straddle your legs, I tickle you with delightful intentions and you respond with mirth. Little dots that adorn your body shimmer in the sunlight and whisper lovely promises. I lean down and taste your sweet lips with a gentle kiss. I gaze into your eyes and I see all of the answers to my questions that I have been looking for. I think to myself and wonder how I got so lucky. Then sadly, I wake up. As the lingering touches fade, the ghost of you haunts me with what could be.

Your arms are covered with scars, but I love you.

Your heart is tainted, but I love you.

Your mind is filled with darkness much deeper than mine, but I love you.

Your soul is broken beyond repair, but I love you.

Although you don't notice my constant stare or believe that we're the perfect pair, I love you.

And to think that someone broke you once ago makes me feel like I'm choking on the very air that fills my lungs day after day.

Some may thing that love is blind, personally I think we're too kind.

To kind to let beautiful people waste their time on hopeless, charity cases like ourselves.

To kind to give any love to ourself and instead project it from our tainted soul.

To kind to let people know about our daily struggle so instead we silently stumble.

Your arms are covered with scars, but I love you.

Your heart is tainted, but I love you.

Your mind is filled with darkness much deeper than mine, but I love you.

Your soul is broken beyond repair, but I love you.*

You're too kind, but still I love you.

I didn't know
I couldn't foresee
How much I would hate you
Each word that leaves your pale lips
Grinds into my gritted teeth
Pinches at my unwanting ears
And pulls at my unspoken tongue
Willing me to conjure a flame ridden truth, your way
But I will hold back
As you will only make me feel crazy
Crazy for feeling
Crazy for not wanting you near
Insane for stating your presence now makes me sick
But that is the truth
They are my feelings
And you will invalidate them