’Twas noontide of summer,
  And midtime of night,
And stars, in their orbits,
  Shone pale, through the light
Of the brighter, cold moon.
  ’Mid planets her slaves,
Herself in the Heavens,
  Her beam on the waves.

  I gazed awhile
  On her cold smile;
Too cold—too cold for me—
  There passed, as a shroud,
  A fleecy cloud,
And I turned away to thee,
  Proud Evening Star,
  In thy glory afar
And dearer thy beam shall be;
  For joy to my heart
  Is the proud part
Thou bearest in Heaven at night,
  And more I admire
  Thy distant fire,
Than that colder, lowly light.

Chloe's hair, no doubt, was brighter;
Lydia's mouth more sweetly sad;
****'s arms were rather whiter;
Languorous-lidded Helen had

Eyes more blue than e'er the sky was;
Lalage's was subtler stuff;
Still, you used to think that I was
Fair enough.

Now you're casting yearning glances
At the pale Penelope;
Cutting in on Claudia's dances;
Taking Iris out to tea.
Iole you find warm-hearted;
Zoe's cheek is far from rough--
Don't you think it's time we parted? . . .
Fair enough!

Shes like a sunflower!
He exclaimed
Then his eyes darkened
"wanna see me rot her roots?"

Everyone but you and me
I'm tugging at my dignity
I play the part so carefully
So you can't control me
I know everyone calls it flirting
But I call it working
And it's working

My
Aches
Ache
I
Ache
For you
To shake
Me
Into
Two
The way you do
When you pull me
So rough
Into
You

when
there's no one
i can talk to

when
even the moon
is gone

i grab
a pen
a piece of paper

and write