You kissed me on my cheeks
whispered a note on my lips
formed a letter on my neck
not a verse to my shoulder
and on my décolletage
took such an age on a poem
penned to the energy of youth
it felt like you'd brought me
a fountain
to write me on

In the crowd make sure of your footing
You may get stepped on and lose balance
Landing on your face or fall backward
Fear of losing face or laying supine
Always practice the deft steps
To find a balance in the teeming populace
Trying to find a chance to trip you over
Pull back from the horde, to find your goal
You may not know what awaits you
Fate wants you to dance alone
Along the streets leading to your goal
Make sure you find your footing

It could have been me that you saw
or
it may have been you looking at more
than you saw,
do you see? but
I saw you through these baggy old eyes,saw surprise on your face
as you looked at the place where I stood,so
It could have been me that you saw.
or
the memories that fell cell by cell,
making that jigsaw of me and
if we were kissing
did you see that piece of the puzzle was missing?
where your lips reached out and touched mine,
it could have been me,
I'll drop you a line and let you know.

turn the lights on
to this body in this night
flushed with anger
and eyes staring
into nonsense like
fog lights brightly blind
into which we dropped
a spirit deep
as into a bottomless well
and it fell into the darkness
yet can't be entirely lost
and stares back
out of the absurdity
the disordered emotions
and disproportionate flesh
around you one cat is awakened and
quietly crying, light on the white tiles
so you stand before your reflection
and trace *******
down the line of your center,
which in your fancy
seems a means of escape
but the inside will
never open up and be seen
or touched and you
can never quite give up

I have slept in my bed 800 times
799 times I have slept in between sheets alone, without you
And yet that 735th night
Is what haunts me on night 801
Without you.
I need to get a new bed
And new sheets
And new skin
That you have not touched me in.

i'm sorry
i don't really know why
but i am just so insecure that sometimes i am sorry that you talk to me
sorry you listen to me
sorry you say you like me
sorry for the day you won't like me anymore