Fluidity with skin aching towards the moon
Marks left behind on my young aching back
Continue to take their time to--
Dissolve.
I could adorn and paint my body
Just like the rose, I always wished to be.

You get a good chuckle with me
And recognize that in all my poems about you
I do a direct address: "You"
I think you could keep up with me
Lets be that weird couple at the expensive restaurant
That discusses the elaborate idiosyncrasies behind the world
While holding hands
I will leave you something behind, with my smell.
Because I could really fall for you.

A halting breath, a silly moment
You eat it up
Eat me up
When I behave just like a child.
But my bedroom voice,
You love the best.

Throw in the broccoli, the orzo, and lemon juice
I'll make myself a porcelain doll soup--
Just for you.


You told me I just bang my poetry out
As if I am writing a text
How amazing it is to you.
I think its amazing, how you make me feel
In a crowded room
And I see all the blurry faces in the background
Shadowed bodies, with the blurry faces of my past
As I always have
But I think with you
And leaping like a ballerina after my dreams
I could be....well
Very very happy, sir.

I don't want you to go
But I also know adventure does not end here
I don't think there is a finish line
But you won't let me give you a name
With every fleeting line I write.

Warm hot taste
A burst of flavor
Soothing muscled arms and limbs

Let me be your whole three part meal.