I’m not sure what it was -
we tumbled to the matress
and our bodies fell limp.
I felt gimp;
curled in a ball,
you tucked within
and us all alone.
we were quiet.
we were soft.
we drifted off
on our make-shift raft
keeping each other warm
against the cracked window’s draft.

An hour later-
as if five minutes -
we both washed back ashore.

we made sighs of relief,
grunts of approval
and I was reminded again
of all the love between us.
and I looked at my hands
thinking I should wash them -
but the ink stains remain
from writing about you time and time again.

I need an auditorium
to whisper some secrets into.

I need a small room
to shout the pure absurdity that I’ve been thinking

I need a place
where I can hug in secret

I need a voice
to caress my mind, agog

I need some solitude
to fly me into those arms

I need the perfect words
to drive me away from broken promises

I need the largest imagination
to tell me what the **** I’m going to do next.

Linguistics for the intangibles -
would that be manageable?
: For one person to sit and create
some words that none can negate
fully explain all which we feel,
those words and verbs
we know to be real.
- To further iterate
our experience had;
words bigger than “happy and sad”

The nerves under my finger tips -
writhing to get loose
to wrap them selves around you
like the slipknot to a noose.

My back,
my torso,
my body,
gravitating towards yours.
Leaning back with out control
to try and rest
upon your chest.

I try and find something to occupy my hands
so that the muscles
do not contract
and constrict
with out will
to reach across the table
and hold your fumbling hands still.

The words
“I Still Love you”
resting just inside my cheek
trying to make their way out
with every other word that I speak.

If there was a truck
that hauled nothing but good luck
in the back of its bed

or maybe a tractor
that carried happenstance
in it’s bucket

or a van which
passengered
devine kismet…

I’d give them all a call
and have them load
and drive
and haul
it all to you -
and dump
nothing but good luck
and fortune
on you.
All **** day.

I need a place in your arms
like the largest diamond
protected by glass, lasers, and guards.

I need a place in your your heart
like a small room
with a large bed
and twenty pillows below a sky-light.

I need a clear path to your head.
Like a red carpet,
V.I.P status,
and velvet ropes.

I need a spot -
the closest one to your chest. Like a reserved parking space
in front of my favorite place to hang out.

I need the warmth of your body
Like a space heater
during a white out.

I need your kiss
like a glass of ice water
after coming inside
from the draining Texas heat.

We all need our secrets
to keep ourselves sane,
to have something to protect
and remind us we are not all the same.

We all need our quiet time -
our own place amongst the clouds -
a place to block out whats near,
a place to beat the crowds.

We all need our reassurance
to let us know we are impressive,
to let us know we are appreciated and cared for,
and to remind us always
that no, the world’s not fair.

We all need to remember that
compassion is not a myth,
consideration is not calculus
and hope is not a destination to miss.

We all need someone to think about
as we drift off to sleep
so that if they are not there
maybe the pillow will transform -
-  with the help of our own body heat.

We all need music,
for reasons of our own,
but ultimately to escape
and not feel like a drone.

We all need a friend
to keep us company at times,
to create un-forgettable memories
to keep us feeling alive.
And also to encourage us
and support us in our goals,
and to be honest all the time
and put us in our place
when our judgment is out of line.

We all need something to look for
something to keep us on our toes.
Something to learn more and more about-
our own gem of knowledge that no one else knows.

We all need a never ending list
of what we want and need -
so that we don’t become stagnant,
and we keep moving forward at a decent speed.