What kindred nights ...........I spent on poetry sites
              while watching words....parading past.. it seems
                                                                 to never....... never last
For the perfect prose ..
often comes................................... and goes
                                             with mornings light
            left in fright .....in my dreams last night
And one day soon ..
        maybe...... under fullest moon
the words will come.... and I will be done

I see your eyes
Your smile hurts
Its ok mine too
Keep it up there watching
We can feel it later
Wide grin
We won’t be called weak again

Wanting to hate you
I did... Yes I did
Anger and hurt like
moths swarming  my face

•••

Vulnerable, indecisive
I didn't know how to
Continue this

But...

Lost & Found
Yet again, I found myself
Anger doing nothing but
Only in bringing it to others

•••

Looking at you in admiration,
Love
Does all the difference
For my Eyes Mind & Soul

Until today, I never understood heartache.

I never understood that thinking about you (how the thoughts come unbidden yet so welcome entrancing encompassing dizzying worrying wonderful) -
your name
your voice - strong and low, speaking softly, only for me
the thickness of your hair, the way it feels against my fingers when I hold your head in my hands
the way your skin tastes after a night of making love
the warmth of your hands and your mouth and your laugh
your scent, that somehow reminds me of both my childhood and times and places I have never known

the feeling of you inside me, molded close and perfect, and the way you toss your head and ***** up your eyes while we're at our peak, as if I were the one who was so unmissable

- could make my insides curl and twist so hard that I have to stop what I'm doing, set down my glass or pen, stop dead in the middle of the sidewalk.

I am drowning in you, taking in deep lungfuls of you, absorbing you into my bloodstream.
The sweetest little death I could ever imagine.