there is a girl
with stars in her eyes.
i am drawn to her
like an astronomer
to the heavens.

there is a girl
with hair as soft
and flowing
as the breeze that caresses
silken petals.

there is a girl
whose lips
as they brush my cheek
transport me to a realm
where intimacy is allowed to exist.

there is a girl
with whom i want to spend
as much time as possible.
i want to know all there is to know.
i want to be close to her.
 
there is a girl.
the very thought of her
entices me to be reckless
to disregard my fears
and be guided by affection.

there is a girl
whom i dare say
i love.

a ruined bed, two lovers lay,
outside, the first slow breath of day,

a song is sung - a bird, up high,
born years ago, somehow survived

the rip and tear of tooth and claw,
hatched from a nest that did not fall,

a slender limb that did not break
on sleeping earth that did not quake

grown old and tall and straight and wide,
a withered seed that never died,

blown from afar on autumn breeze,
stirred from the ground with careless ease,

a little boy raking the ground
looked to the sky, and heard the sound
of birds

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you