The inexplicable something
that is in the air around us -

It changes rooms,
and makes colors brighter;
makes the light lighter
and gives the darkness magic.

The inexplicable something
that is made from nothing
when we are around each other,
still,
and its like a scab
that will not heal -
but quite the opposite
of an infection.

And it's something
that is not about the conversation
which involves things,
but not a thing in particular.

It's not about the touching
or the kissing
or the rubbing
and massaging.

It's about the inexplicable
something
that is made from nothing
when our bodies
and minds
sync together
in time
like rhymes.

The inexplicable something
that makes this
Not a poem at all.


The inexplicable something that never goes away
as I sit
or stand
or sleep -
it's still there.

And I would use the word "haunt"
but its more than that
and it drives me crazy.
Absolutely crazy.
When I can't figure out
why I cannot get you off my brain.
When I'm trying to write
and all I can think about
is a way to explain
this inexplicable thing.
Even though I have better things to do,
or more productive I might say,
But here I am
writing more and more words
to you
each and every day.

The two,
Divested.

                                The two divested,
                          the darkness melting away every imperfection.

every imperfection:
every stray hair
small blemish
scars
protruding bones
and fat.
Legs too skinny and hairy
to be enjoyed in the light.

                                  Love-
                       a nocturnal creature that prospers most in the dark
                                        Thriving on your pining .

The nocturnal creature known as love
enveloping the two.

Love,
and through love,
each creature-
the two and love,
all becoming a symbiote
and a parasite.

                       The darkness-
                 a creature of it's own kind.

The darkness
melting the day away
                               melting the imperfections away
the light
escaping into the moon
shifting every shadow
and enveloping the three.

The two,
         Love,
              the darkness.

The two love the darkness.

Like a lego
might make a click
when fit together
with another perfect match

or the cracking of the wood
as a *****
fits neatly with in its grain.

Or how the shoulder
makes a pop
when fit back into it's socket

My favorite noise in the world
is that
small
comfortable
grunt of approval
when your head fits neatly
into the space
between my arm
and my torso.

And our legs entwine
like a perfect
length of rope
and our bodies -
like two pieces of a puzzle
lay still
and quiet.

And our hearts
synchronize;
the rising and falling
of our chests
with each breath,
make like two gears
in a perfectly oiled watch
that keep each other going
with no hard work at all.

That noise,
that small
tiny
perfect noise
that lets me know
you are content
exactly where you are
and have no
intent
on going any where
any time soon
and that feeling
that I get
when this little piece
of blissful
knowledge
enters my brain
is better than any feeling...
any drug
any rest
any stretch
any work out
any piece
of perfectly crafted pie
and I want to own it
and bottle it
and take it out
and sell it
for thousands and thousands of dollars
so that I can buy you
the biggest bed in the world
and place it on the moon
so that we can snuggle more
and more
and more
and more
and so that I can have that feeling for ever.

I wanted to impress you...
but I am afraid I have failed

I wanted to impress you
so I shaved my face,
letting you know
that I am proud
of every young wrinkle
and of every scar
that I once hid.

I wanted to impress you
so I wore a shirt with buttons
to show you
getting my shirt off
takes more work
than just a slip of the hands.

I wanted to impress you
so I wrote a poem
with 17  words
that have more
than ten letters in them
to show you
I am smarter than those other boys.

I wanted to impress you
so signed myself up
to read my words
to a group of strangers
putting my own pride on the line
to show you
there are more important things to me.

I wanted to impress you
so I walked 3 inches taller
with my shoulders back
and my waist cocked tightly behind
to show you
I don't care that the world
can see my whole face.

I wanted to impress you...
until I found out
that the only person that you
are impressed by
is none other than your self.

so now I repress you
and your words
and your day to day verbs
to show you
that I am not impressed by you.

Rainy days
they only make
the grass much greener
in our fields of life.

And chaos
of the heart and soul
only make
for more practice
for problem solving
of the body and soul.

You know that I love you forever,
and I know that forever's a long time,
but I cant help but think its more than just words:
I love you so **** much
and you're so **** kind.
I miss you so **** much, but don’t get me wrong,
it's not that I’m not strong
or can't hold on.
It's the way your warm smile lights up the room,
It's cuz your eyes are as pretty as the moon,
the way your soft skin calms my nerves,
and I wont comment too much on your beautiful curves.
I love you, my dear,
more than words can describe;
more than fact is fact,
and more than the biggest bribe.

mechanical bulls riding automated peoples
candy covered chocolate
and sprinkles on sno-cones.
colored dreams
and thoughts with schemes
light bulbs burning bright
and frozen ice cream.
old trophies of victories
and losses of equal kind,
tossed aside memories
like a freegan’s best find.
step in my head,
there's a party going on
I thought I shouldn’t
but I’ll invite you, instead.
never again will I doubt life’s signs
stories and adventures;
candies of all kinds.