I want you alone,
So the only thing between us is heavy breathing.

I want no pretenses, no fairy tale,
Just a warm night and cool laughter, easy glances.

I want you anxious and curious,
Unsure and willing to follow where I lead.

I want that grin, that crooked devil
To provoke and fight me, then tease and soothe with just your words.

I want to tip the glass
And forget myself, please, just for a minute.

I want to push your beautiful mind to edge,
Then show you why I’m more than you’ve imagined

I want to barely touch your skin
But feel the flame left in my finger’s place.

I want to watch your eyes roll back,
Then wait for you to seek revenge.

I want to feel control snap and hunger bite,
As we’re taken to the edge, then left hanging.

I want to unravel your layers until I can run my fingers through your soul,
Then lace it with my own and watch them dance on sunlight.

I want to lay there and feel your stare burn into me,
Let the heat build until we’ve caught fire.

I want to see it in your eyes,
Regret and passion, as if they were the same.

I want us to pretend this was an accident,
Blame it on too much wine and too much time.

I want us to leave this night alone
And run home to where we belong.

I want us to need each other,
But know it’s nothing more than mistakes.



I need us to end this,
But I’ll never want that.

Run me fast between the trees,

Fly me high, let me be.

Lonely heart move fast and free

Don’t you dare slow down me.

The smoke curls its way around my head
Like the ivy on the south side.
It’s my secret I didn’t expect to keep
but it calms the disasters in my mind.

Looking up at the night sky stained dark blue,
flecked with stars and swirled with wisps,
I take it in
and exhale slowly,
like I’m trying to hang on to my final breath.

Its summer nights like these that make up my philosophy.
Summer nights that are chilled like crisp champagne
and bubble in your brain.

Sitting back and watching the night sky dance,
I let my mind wander and roam the world.

It’s true.



I want nothing less than the world.


Every flaw and every beauty.
Hold it in my pocket and take it out a a few times an hour.
Discover something new every time i fish it out.
And even though I take it out so often and behold the wonder,
I’ll never know all the secrets of my little treasure.

Oh, if only it was me instead of my dreams
Running afoul in these played out scenes
To live and breathe in a creation made up of good intentions
and filled with even more mistakes and tragedies.

And it may be selfish and a simple
wile of a fantasy,
but it’s innocent and still has hope.
In my hand, it still breathes because I breathe,
feeding off opportunitys made and chances taken.

A sharp wind snaps me back to place
where reality borders imagination.
Taking me in his grasp, he shakes me,
as a shiver rips through my body.

All that champagne is getting to my head,
making me tipsy and in the mood for an easy touch.

In my hand resides the tail end of my cigarette
that settled the exhausted nerve.

I take the final draw.

I hope to live so that my imagination runs out of ideas,
Filled it up with moments never imagined possible,

for that is truly living.

Exhaling, I let the thought weave its way up
into the night sky,
where it can play with the wisps
of other midnight cigarettes.

Stamping out whats left,
I whisper to whatever will listen,

“We are all ****** by our own desires. God love the man who wants nothing.”