Only lonely love is holy.
Holes for souls to go out
And about as they sway.
Fewer newer ones that
Never stay. Gone they are
Shooting stars. Flying by
Quick tears of cosmic crying.
Or maybe angels at angles
Not thought possible.

I want lovely love.
Holy unlonely love.
Seen enough seraphic stars
To mimic my own. Fill my
Hole-y heart so I may start anew.
Receive the love due. I must believe
The wait is worth it. The earth keeps
turning and I weep as learning
Earns me the truth.

On a clear waking night I
Will take my aching heart
And hold it out hoping
A stray teardrop
Will fall from the sky
And stay in my heart.
Cosmic crying at such
Comic timing. It is enough
To make me wonder. Ponder
Why I do this-

It is all I can do.

Come on over and love me up.
I so admire your big gold eyes and long black whiskers.

He loves the kisses

Rolling and soft murmurs as we watch TV
How relaxing this is.

Every day when I go away,
my attentions he misses

But count on it:  He won't be still

Perching out on the window sill
calling out with all his will
singing his heart out to neighborhood misses

And when at last I'm home again
he lets me know
It's been too long wherever I've been

Slipping off my shoes, I softly whisper,
"My, such big gold eyes and long black whiskers."

He's not pleased when men come calling
He gasps on smoke and the stench of beer
They're much too loud, and three's a crowd

But he flaunts his charms when ladies are here
With a kingly stride he proclaims his entrance
Endeared are they, he knows in a glance

"Oh, see those luminescent golden eyes and long black whiskers."

It's hypnotic, peering into eyes never blinking
Those wondrous, golden, moon-like eyes
mysteriously veil all he's thinking

There come times when I'm low and sinking,
glow of life dimming, shrinking

No, not again, down I'm slipping
familiar dark whirlpool firmly gripping
                                                        ­           down
                                                            ­               down
                                                            ­                      down

                                                               ­                           down


                               ­                                                                 ­       ever down

Ebbing low, it's of white zin' I'm thinking
Fond echoes of goblet and carafe crisply clinking

But my friend and savior lifts my mood
and my down spiral he does preclude
After all, it's much better I partake of food.

I reflect that an undesired gift,
a "rescue" of best intentions made
whose denial would have caused a rift
in a friendship nurtured over a decade

This rescue gift, truly more than a gift
A travesty to call it ownership

A blessing, tho' one so grand,
it is only I who understand.

It's a splendid treasure of joy and companionship

Life has its troubles, but it could be worse
I don't exist with the loneliness curse.

                                                         ­  T.F.Kaye

Melodies come whisping out
of my speaker,
engulfing my mind with a haze
almost as thick
as the one I just
inhaled, clouding my brain
with all the thoughts I push away
in my attempts to live my
individual,
unlonely life
when the depth of my soul hankers
for the carnation blooming
at the deepest depths
of your confused persona,
and the moment I find my heart
scrambling free,
reaching for its life in the midst
of gathering strength to likely break
another, you come around
one more moment,
and the springs I loaded beneath
my quivering ankles,
they unlock and unload,
melting me right back into your
rhythm and blues,
and I inhale that curiosity,
snorting and convulsing,
shivering hard against my uncontrollable
goose-bumped arms
as I fall back into your chorus
and verse three
repeats the reprise
of the
first verse
I ever heard.

i wanted an angel.

peach flavoured love that dripped down my chin, lips covered in sugar.

i wanted passion.

to ascend unlonely through the cotton candy sky with all of its lovely whispers.

i wanted a muse.

someone to kiss and tell the world about as i bit my sugar dusted lip, and dreamed of their sunfilled mouth, and i wanted constant contact and all of the tell me you love me moments.

my fragile lungs would hardly be able to breathe in air as pure as the air that they'd breathe.

i wanted an angel to love until i became one. I needed love so badly that it would choke me with cold hands, frigid but still warm somehow.

i wanted guidance. to soar away from here.

I'm not lonely again,
I made some friends.
I have a boyfriend,
But I'm not sure if this will end.
Not my relationships,
But the feeling of happiness.
Cause I'm way happier than before,
I don't want to be any less