I wouldn't call it a fear
of falling in love

But how this feels is like
A child's drawing of infinity
But he tells you
Actually it is two people kissing

And I want to cut the image in half
so I can talk in circles
and filibuster the time
I should be using to kiss you

Kissing does not mean you are falling in love
But it is a start

In the same way I sleep best with a body against me
But I have a twin bed

*** is not falling in love
But it often ends
with you falling asleep  
against me

And from there
what do we fall into?
and
Who does the catching?

he said
it's just easier this way,
to let you go before you're
gone

she said
you're only hurting yourself
more, letting go instead of
holding on to hope

he said*
i just don't want to hold on
anymore

she said*
but you have to, for me
please

(but for her own sake,
she'd already prepared herself
to get ready to let go)

The universe had flattened into a thin sheet,
And the black sea of destiny unfurled from the movements we made.
Your eyes penetrated through mine, ever so sweet.
While the galaxies rumbled in a plangent parade.
Your body touched mine.
The universe a vacuum; a canvas for our passion.
I felt divine,
The spiral of the planets dash in.
My breathe was short as you felt your way, urging close to bliss.
I bit my lip so hard it bled.
I lunged at the chance to capture this.
Your hands held my hair above my head.
Oh, the power to touch a star in bed.

today as i scanned
the people who liked
read
and commented
i came across a girl
who seemed to understand

i sent her a 'thank you'
simple and true

because when i thought i'd come across
a wide lonely land
she stood there beside me and then held my hand

and as i stared at the white block
with the send message
button,
i wanted to tell her

"see,
this is the boy i love"

and i knew that she'd listen

"i've never met him"
i'd add with some grace

"heck i've never seen his face
past the black and white box
beside the comments his placed"

then i'd pause for effect and wonder a bit
but there's no doubt in my mind
it's a feverish fit.

"he has a way with words"

i'd tell her some more

"when he speaks about love
it's like it makes up his core"

love 'im never met 'im
and i let out a sigh
(though she will never hear)
and i bid her g'bye.