I want to know you. A lot.
I want to know you because I like you.
I like you because I want to know you.
I like you. A lot.
you know that feeling when you're crushing on someone who's too near that it seems just as far for you to get close to them.
this last poem for the month goes to jul
who would have thought
that his smile
and soulful eyes
could bring Achilles
the mightiest of heroes
to his knees
certainly not Patroclus himself
for the sun does not know
that it shines so beautifully
it just does
dang.........I just re-read The Song of Achilles. It's safe to say that it's by far, my favorite book. My heart aches and I find myself crying every time.
i worship gorgeous petals
in seas and
I hold you tight up against my body
I take you with me even to the party
I rub you back and forth
Up and down from south to north
I love the way you sing hard and soft
I just can't keep my hands off
I pull you close
From coast to coast
You are beautifully sound
I will never pass you around
You have all of my respect
You are my best friend
Till the end
Written by: Denise Huddleston
And in that wild berlin winter
I twirled ghosts through the frozen, concrete streets
Out of bohemian jungles in the midnight afternoon
I returned to the States with terrible ennui
Slumped on cold buses
I flew through Hamburg in an ***** haze
Smoking joints in the lantern lit glow of Amsterdam
I didn’t eat for 3 days
I rode the train to Zoo Station
And flitted about East Berlin
Where there was no excitement to be had
Walking the night alone in the bitter, biting wind
I took the ferry over to England
Safe in the Mersey’s mystical, dreary mist
I hid my tired eyes under my fisherman’s cap
And found an expanse of quiet, precious bliss
Ailing from nights spent on streets and stranger’s floors
I was a child, traveling alone
Disenchanted by my youthful escapades,
Cured of the plaguing desire to ramble and roam.