i was holding her
hand thinking, our
love is like filling a balloon it
gets bigger
and brighter - with every
breath - it wants to
embrace the sun
our love wants to fly
my love, your hands
they're ice cold -
i know, she whispered -
i know
i was thinking
about her hands
holding
a pen
holding a gun
holding a bagel
holding onto life

I'm a snowman
In a jacket

I stay up late
She sits on his face
I'm the only one to blame
She agrees
Hands and knees
Head and shoulders
Rinse me clean -
Sins, sins
I can't begin to explain
Ever since, then
Anything else seemed plain

What's my tick?
What ***** the life from you as I
Talk? I want to
Taste - the sand between your
Toes - I'm the lemon of your eye
The moment before
The small talk -
Or is it worse?
Am I the bad mouth cool
Stumbling from the bar
Cursing the bartender as he's getting in his car -
I reach for my keys
Are we each this disease?
Virus shedding a new skin suit -
Extensive expensive lotions
and pictures of women in swim suits -

I'm told I'm dangerous when I smile
Good thing it doesn't happen too often

I know I'm up too late when I start getting emails from myself -
I realize it sometimes
Reminders of the past
Hoping I'd changed my ways or
at least my sleeping patterns by now

I watch the people run
away but they tell me by
from my porch -
I have two
Questions for them -
They
Are deaf or rude
Or both
I -
Wonder if I look like that