If you let me
I will raise you higher
Than the unfathomable

Let me skate on your pastel skin
Fall in sync with the chromatic melody
That your flesh desperately sings

Coy as a windless night
You drifted into my life
Like the moaning current
Of the possessive sea

Just when I thought the echoes
Of loveless nights would never end
You moved like silk
Parallel to the blackening breeze
Stripped me of shame
Covered with a quilt of confidence
My torpedo stricken body

You lifted me up so high
That I forgot how stones felt
Underneath my calloused soles

And you still don’t know
You have not a clue
That I owe you everything

Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me my hair is as flawless as a
Newborn’s cheeks, soft as air,
That the color is a gifted blend
Of delightful giggles
Tell me my nose is a vision of loveliness,
Tell me when you look into my eyes, you
Are parasailing over elated bodies of water,
Say that the sound of my voice carries
You from your mind’s darkest places

Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me you love the crescent shape of
My lips, that you grow a second heart
When they call out your name,
Tell me how my savory neck locks
Perfectly into your milky grasp,
How you would run your hospitable
Fingers up and down like a gentle whisper

Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me your cupped palms are crowns for
My adored *******, say they fill
Your throat with heart shaped glass
And make your knees heavy with liquid love,
Tell me that my hands are a never ending
Fireplace, that my fingers are sweet
Marshmallows you dream of tasting

Tell me I’m pretty
Tell me that my stomach, as flat
As can be, drenches your lips with
Melodious thoughts, including my
Bellybutton, your sacred chocolate strawberry,
Tell me the bones in my hips doesn’t turn
You off, but ignites an explosion of confetti
Inside, when grazed by your sensual mouth


Tell me I’m pretty
That my thighs are illustrious thrones
For my bottom, which is nothing short
Of perfectly sculpted royalty,
Tell me when you look at them, you
See a million tiny balloons of iridescent colors,
Soaring towards a celestial vault of clouds, and
That not a chair in this universe deserves me

Tell me I’m pretty
That you can see my soul in
My calves and the luminosity with
Every stride I take,
Tell me my feet aren’t just holding
Me up, but you as well
Say you want to take each toe,
And sing them each a different
Song, as you trace the lines on their
Bottoms, like they’re maps
To my hidden secretes

I am bound by my own eagerness,
Chained with hopeless thoughts,
That one day, however long it takes
In this infinite universe, maybe,
You will finally tell me I’m pretty.

When you smile, I see love
I feel it when you move your chest.
Up and down, it entrances my own breathing.
Sends me into a world of bursting passion.

I remember the exact tone of your voice,
When you say my name every morning.
And I remember your coffee.
Red cup, two sips every 7 ½ minutes.
Sometimes I envision being that coffee,
I imagine sliding down your throat,
Soothing your organs until your sweet blood
Carries me to warm your heart.

When you laugh I see a city made of gold,
Or a patch of sunlight sneaking through closed blinds.
One day maybe we can take it to the next level.
One day, when you are no longer grading my papers

Rage against the dark
Follow me to find the light
In this blackened world

The first time you caught me,
I let my hair fall
As if no one was watching
I let my clip slip
From my unfastened grasp,
Forever imprinting itself
On the somber soil

I sat patiently
In my overwhelmed chair,
Hoping to see a glimpse
Of your carnal sashay
Even for just a moment,
To capture that exhilarating
Flash of your dimples
Ascending to the clouds

I came to you
Hands and ears unlocked,
With what must have
Looked like amenity,
But it was so much more

My cheeks rouged on purpose,
When your majestic voice
Tried itself on humor
Even when it was not your best
I’d laugh, hoping it
Would attest my devotion

When your eyes would drown
I’d peer up into the heavens,
Silently pray for harmony
To bind you with its wings
Made of stardust feathers
And inspiriting seeds of love

Beck and call became my religion,
All so you would have
Everything you wanted without
A second of the mind’s wonder

I made sure your soul,
Before my own,
Was kept shining like
A ******* upon
A field of frivolous dandelions

I pulled strings from my heart
With entombed trusts attached,
And infused them into yours
For your sanity

I made it all the more difficult
When in the end,
Betwixt the morning current
Of approaching calescent rays,
And frigid breaths prey
To the nights turmoil
You still chose her

My happiness took a leave of absence
Possibly permanent
I never should have loosened the leash
But freedom heavily begs
Pulls at you like a tie
Constricting around your
Deliciously pulsing neck
It need’s releasing

After, what are you left with?
The desolate vacancy
Lingers like raindrops trapped
Underneath merciless rocks
You can raise the corners of your mouth
Make your tongue dance
Like a puppet bound
To copious strings
Show glistening pearls
That are easy on the eyes
Of a hungry man

But life will never be the same
Unless you capture
Escaped happiness
That slithered from your grasp
And it may be sickeningly cliché,
But you can never stop looking

As he lies on the stiff soiled surface
Wonder entices curious eyes
Like the smell of potent rubbing alcohol
A myriad of animals gather around
Separate races sharing one soul
Who from afar, look like father penguins

They place rings of hues delicately
Around the fallen angel’s contour
He glows like the moving melody
Of the pledge of allegiance
Ribbons of curiosity intertwine
With their innocence
Swallows them like the merciless ocean
Engulfing confessions
Of tainted souls

The angel is envied as they
Ponder what happens next
The last sparkle slowly simmers
While the rain reaches out
To stroke abandoned feathers
His eyes change to pearly white
As he receives his last diploma