You told me black was your favorite color,
and I have always preferred lace, myself,
so I found something to make us both happy.

I knew I would see you today,
and if I leaned over in just the right way
you'd see the quick peek of what's hiding underneath
this light summer dress-the kind that lifts off so easily,
and you would wonder if it was for you.

Did you notice?
It was not an accident, but an invitation.
And something about the way
you placed your fingertips over your lips
to hide the smile slowly spreading across them
tells me that you accept.

How can one ever describe
The evenings in the ice
When troubled smoke billows
From heat that does not suffice

The radiance of beauty there
So much stronger in the mind
The glittering little branches
Whose birds you cannot find

The world's afire tonight
Don't pray for that moon
Take cold light and hold it close
Endless dark will come too soon

Somewhere the city is screaming
Afraid but clueless as of what
Has set it to these underworld blazes
And spotlighted its icy cut

But here the quiet forest
Has only music to play
And as the maples dance in the light
The sun departs the day

And I'm curled in your arms
That last ember in our hearts
The brightest scene of fading
That ever graced the arts

Oh moon,
You are a martyr of the day,
I never want to hear your name again,
It sounds too much like mine

I always want what I
Can't have.
If your time were
A drug,
It'd be ****** and
I'd be the most
Desperate ****** of them all.
I want the watch
That sits on your wrist
To tick along with
Mine.
Every time that
Long hand moves,
I want to feel it's
Fingers dance along my
Skin, as if it is
Searching for water and
I am the cactus.  
You just have to break me
Open.