Press sweaty palms
jump picket fences, cut across lawns
our bodies pound as the adrenaline pumps
overwhelmed by our endorphins
you pick your speed up
I follow you
four flailing legs
carrying bits of blades of grass
hoping to steal a ride on our greatest of expeditions.
We want to get out of this town,
disappear from our past
you and I will burn this city down and dash.

The prettiest of things have a wash of black
there is a beauty in the dark
shadows favor your lining
fallings have left their mark
for her skin is light, soft and sweet
but wrists, hips and shins
hold pigments of brown
though none is tainted as her heart

Auras are peculiar mass
you stimulated my senses
I read you
you are not black.
I still feel your being
hear your whispering thoughts
all I am unable to interpret
I learn to accommodate.
You can not
you do not know me.
You do.
You do not normally say it,
you did.
Your delusional illustration
stole from me my common senses
only a game would you still be interested.

My sweet red rose
in which direction does your cardinal fly?
I would follow you higher as you grow
beneath the Fall sky.

My incandescent October moon,
time is passed to Winter
we decorate our Christmas tree
our star a Jack-O'-Lantern.

The tips of my fingers yearn
to read the brail of your bumps
as they rise to my touch.
I am chilled
a warmth radiates through your skin.

Each awkward and imperfect curve of my body
conforms so precisely to yours
all is blurred
but the raging of our heart beats.

I crave you, though I do not know who
far from perfect, I am too
do you seek me
I have quested for you
for now we stand undone, in two.

Oh, boy.
I want to read your mind
swim down to your deepest of thoughts
assist your understanding
as you would for me.

May I?
Break down the fort you built
like the ones made out of couch pillows
when we were kids.

I wish,
I could spell your name amongst the stars
then you might see
constellations of yours, buried inside of me.
Every breath of yours I stole
was reborn inside my soul, a rose.

My sun,
during the night I wait for your light
and all that you shine on me.
In my sleep I dream of you
rising from behind the sea.

I, too
have a light
although derived from you
your rays reflect upon my skin
I am your moon.

His voice holds a harmony
every word he sings
his sonnet lifts her head above the clouds
whilst his music fills her ears
his lyrics touch her heart
serenaded by his vows.
His voice is that as always,
but his melody is for her.

Exhale to release your woes
into my open arms
my soul beckons yours
to come out and play
with our hearts
your echoes have traveled miles
ring within my head
attempt to curl a smile
but break down instead..

Inhale as to breathe me in
rest assured, you hold a friend
Fall moon, hung low
over your September sky
to bring forth the hazel tint of your eyes.

Soft, smooth petals
dry out and fall
texture turns to paper
in to nothing at all
but matter is energy,
energy is all.
Therefore, you live on
least where we sing, write and draw.