This morning
I feel like
Kissing you

I want to run my fingers
Down your cheek and
Taste your lips
I'll run my hands
Through your hair and
Deepen the kiss
As our tongues meet

Can I be yours?

Kiss my neck and slide
Your hand
Under my shirt

Touch me
Feel me
Taste me

Push me down
On the bed and
Undress me
Play with me

I'll be forever yours

Kiss me
Lick me
Tease me

I'll roll over
And climb
On top of you
Our lips break
Contact
But our eyes meet

I need you

I wake each day,
not to say,
"try to be happy"

but

I wake each day,
to say,
"try to be less sad?"

and being less sad,
includes,
less steep drops,
on sad days,
when trying to be happy,

and trying to be happy,
consists of less advanced,
but a constant setback.
every sad day,

I just try to find the one good thing,
and think about that,
rather then,
all the bad things,
eating at me all day long.

what could she say for me to lose you ... ?
i'm in a war against keep
fighting an army of loose truth
& if you win, who loses ?
& if you lose, do I approve blue ?
it isn't sane for me to choose clues
over an ocean of proved truth

what do I lose if I lose you ?
all of my come-trues
have become you
& if you lose me, do you lose ?
I'm not this someone to hold onto
we can expand views if you choose to
open a window or your mouth
either will do
not to confuse strews with don't do's
I am through with all this proving
I'm a wanter wanting all of you
ensuing all this sousing

Body shaking, stomach burning inside
to out, escape and leave me, for I mistreat
you terribly and I am not sorry. Each day is a

struggle, yes, but each morning a glimmer
of hope reflected in vanishing numbers tied to
sluggish skin. Your breath on my neck and

her arms around my shoulders, stretching the
concave of my chest and the hungry cut of my jaw,
twin collarbones thrusting out like the tip of a blade.

"do you love poetry?"
"yes, and art and books."
"so you love all the beautiful things, do you love yourself?"
"no."

*and i thought she loved all the beautiful things.