knock me from this caterwauling armchair performance
for the natural beauty who came to read my poem
pop-**** pixie queen with adorable written all over her pink ked's
a christmas kitty with snuggling on her mind
but i have five verses of doom's gloom to dredge
and she has had her fill of headstrong people for her to play the role of
so she waits patiently for me to finish

two cups of good java and the coffee shop has feet
so we shuffle it past the empty parking lots
in hopes of finding the perfect place to watch the stars
the ones that dance and the ones that shine
as long as we keep the feast of the mind moving
we can keep the hunger alive

she is scent and texture
a fragrance implied upon springs first breeze
a kiss of beauty's tender truth's implied in a whisper of a dream
she came to me in the dark of night
with words like stain upon her soul
she came with sculpted reason
so i let her craft me
i am her poem
as my poem is the sea
symbol of the restless fundamental earth
symbol of the transient moon

she has stars for eyebrows
her phonetic smile says so much more
tightly wrapped in the grey gaunt gauze of daylight
eyes still closed
i wait arms breadth away for her...
to breath
to open
while mind touches upon her journey
while pieces parts of her epiphany are spoon fed
like chocolate grace into my feasting and willing heart
i am the succulent afterword
to her speech now uttered in its completion
...with its grand street ballroom
upon which we
all in our time of giddy laughter
need to dance like royalty or fools
...with its back alley rainwater
that washes away all those terrible yesterdays
i am the sweat mongerer who waits
for her sleeping to be roused...
transcendental she sleeps
with a soft drink
while i nourish
in the folds of her slumbering dreams

she lays out in the warm sun
scented with the romantic notions of moonlight
her illustrated eyes slowly wander me
like a sensual thought left to drift
like a sweet dream left to thrive
she lays out in the summer daylight
adorned like she is the treasure of night
echo of her deepest
echo of her darkest
like a soft promise of
like a sweet dream of
she lays out in the warm sun
her head alive with refined and delicate beauty
her lips have poised wet meanings silently implied
while her hand wanders its loose fingers along your roughness
seeking and finding the soft spot between bitterness and delight
and there she sees me
melts onto the cool crisp bedsheets
and into my waiting arms
nothing makes her desire the night more than
desire itself

once when my heart was heavy
sought refuge in a place where the laughter was strange
where there were men of pestilence in their souls
but it was a place to call home
it was a place that in the cold of night remained warm
you might be frightened by the gleam in their steel shod eyes
but i know the road they have walked in heavy silence
and i know that nothing forgiven is ever regretted
stealing away with scraps of their souls
at the dinner table of the paupers and pawns
at the crowning moment of failure
goodnight and goodbye they call out so fondly
because a few days from christmas we all look so perfect
we all look like we are living in a better place
so let these dark eyed men carry away your fears
let them wrap you in the stillness and slumber
and drift off to sweet dreams

fast as the sun
you came into view
and i knew that you were trouble
but you are so perfectly flawed
you are so beautifully twisted
that i knew i couldn't resist
you lead me into places never imagined
showed me exciting things that were oh so wicked
cause you are so perfectly ******* up
so wonderfully insane
trouble
in such wonderful ways
look at that bright smile
keeps me from all that darkness out there
wonderfully seductive with all your smiles
all that happiness you got into my head
so maybe you've done broken me
in all the right ways
maybe you are just so dangerous
been nothing but good for me
beautifully twisted
that i wont want to resist
the two of us and nobody else
perfectly flawed
sweetly insane
just the two of us