And i whole heartedly believe
people believe in heaven
because they don't want to suffer for nothing

and this is perhaps, the saddest realization i have ever faced;

that we suffer throughout our lives
for the chance to never suffer again;
giving, so that it might be taken in the end

my conscious hand extends out into the air
suspended over his back
the night has fallen, the birds won't be calling
until the morning comes to attack

he might be asleep, but his aura is mindful
the bed feels half its size
the blanket that surrounds his body
barely graces my thigh

I'm trying not to breathe, I'm trying not to be
because i'm sleeping next to a fuse
nothing feels natural about this
like swimming in a pool with both of your shoes

my knee bumps a place on his thigh
and now i hold my breath all-together
as uncomfortable as i would be in the texas heat
wrapped in a woolen sweater

what a tragic accident
i reminded him i was there
when he was in route to a place
of being blissfully unaware

we're too close for being so far apart
though it's beating next to me, where is his heart?
our love found its passport and traveled on
these inches should be miles,
how much longer til we're gone

Within the hour our bodies will slow to nothing
but the gentle beating of snow muffled drums.
You will take your arm out from under me and
I will turn with it, for you are keeping the warmth
for yourself. Our skin is rapidly cooling in the night
breeze from the open window, the gossamer drapes
billowing like ghosts. Goosebumps rise on my arms
like marching ants and I want the blankets around me
in a cocoon of body heat but I don’t ever want to move,
ever, ever; I want only to spoon up behind you like a
warm animal, skin like salt water taffy under the moon
in the window, framed painting of two lovers. With my
ear against your back I can listen to your heart beat,
shaking me apart like a tribal dance, bells on my dress
keeping perfect time, and I kiss your freckled shoulders
like a star map as a night owl coos in the branches by
the window. It puts us to sleep like drifting astronauts.
Gone are the kisses you give like building empires in
my mouth, conquering and renaming; now is the time
for slow pecks and flutters of eyelashes, dark smudges
against the cheeks. Now is the time for sweet touches
of fingertips against gentle skin. Now is the time for a
quiet rejoice.

(l.b.)

Long distance lovers?
I am the long distance lover,
but all you possess is the distance.
It's awful back home and I get it
I wouldn't come back either.

Living in a bubble the world is now  suppressed,
looking through the window this place is too depressed.

An economy that has risen  we are all slaves to this,
the government is greedy they really do take the ****.

Fighting for survival a game that's full of deceit.
shocked by the rise in prices I can't look at my receipt.  

Living in this crazy world it's full of unwanted danger,
it really comes to something when you no longer trust a stranger .

Technology has taken over are kids are ****** right in,
all in the name of money this is such a greedy sin.

The recession has hit us hard and we aren't the one's to blame,
the banks are the people who should hold their heads in shame.

Living in a bubble the world has reached this state,
an awakening is needed before it's too late.