there's a world inside your mind
and it wants you to find
a place for others,
without changing
the bookshelves
the music
or the way that you walk through the door.
It might be the means of replacing
the fear which stops you from living
and giving
and laughing
as yourself.

he growls
low & deep
in my ear
sweaty face tangled in my sweaty hair
"this is intimate"
a rumble with a giant hand squeezing my throat
"this you can not do with just anyone...'
& since i can barely breathe
i just look at him
a look that can only mean
yesbabypleasemore
i am
yours
to
hurt.

Dark nights in summer.
The moon gives off a glow, a longing awaits there.
The stars, so faintly visible still a reminder of home

Indecisiveness radiates in the light
To go with you or to go back to where I once knew

The moon reminds me of you
The stars bring me home
Where do I go if I want both as my own

Before the closure
And after doubts, after collecting shattered thoughts
Before exposure
And knowing if that's what you sought

Last chance to dwell deep in illusions
To dream of perfect world ahead
Not to decide, nor reach conclusions
And get the ego fully fed

Keep, save the tension
For few more moments, bittersweet
Longing affection
Unknown desires raising up the heat

Sky is the limit
Tomorrow offers hope, tomorrow may destroy
So for one day, one hour, minute
Intoxicate, seek, hide, fear and enjoy

The warmth of the fire flushes my cheeks and makes me sweat
just like the day I first met you.
Outside, the snow falls fresh; the sunset is beautiful
just like when you first kissed me.
My heart beats fast like bird wings
just like the first time we made love.

In the forest I lay down and talk to the trees about good things
just like when I was talking to you. And not about pleasantries.
The birds outside fly away frantically
just like you when we talked about the news we were avoiding.
My heart swells in my chest
just like the child that was in my body.

Each and everything I say streams out of my mouth
like a waterfall down the cliff side.

I was the one coddling you
like a mother would coddle a child.
You were the one who was crying
like it was my fault.

The warmth of the fire flushes my cheeks and makes me sweat,
and here I sit with a bottle of scotch thinking
*have you ever wondered why minuscule memories can be so loud?