In my deepest of souls
I do not want to be owned,
Do not find pleasure in owning others,
Do not want to call or be called
by titles that ring false
such as mistress, goddess, or little girl,
Can not be loved as anything more or less
than a fellow traveler,
Love to tease, charm, chase, and impress,
but ultimately appreciate and wonder.
This bed of expectations
begins to scare me,
and I long for simpler times
of *****, pillowtalk, and first kisses.

Just put it behind you,
Just keep yourself busy,
Just list all the things
You can touch, hear, and see.
Pretend it was nothing
Pretend it’s not real
But don’t say you’re sorry
For things that you feel.

Or do say sorry!
I don’t know - is that wrong?
No - don’t say a thing
Just move right along.
Just skip to tomorrow
Just keep today fast
Just let time change hands
From Future to Past.

Just breathe, and get lost,
In the radio’s wails
It echoes your secrets
And tells all your tales.
Just breathe, and fill hours
Don’t look at your phone,
The past may lay bare,
But tonight is your own.

And finally, be ever
so kind to your soul
Have patience with all
Of your amorous arts.
Give yourself graciousness
Lovely and whole -
The same that you hold
For all other hearts.

Everything, it seems,
is a study in entropy.
Everything changes or collapses,
And living is either
Fighting madly
to keep it all together
or standing strong
as it all collapses and changes
around you,
until you too
collapse and change
out of existence.
Living is either
Grabbing hold of everything
and screaming as each attachment
is ripped and rended
from your grasp
or letting all slip through your fingers,
never feeling anything
except in passing.
Living is a dance in limbo,
Wanting the best of both lives,
And living neither.

It's the fourteen-minute, fifty-two-second
Electric Ladyland ultra-slow cut
Of Jimi Hendrix's Voodoo Chile,
And with each hot, languid, aching riff,
My lips
Press and Praise,
Taste and Tease,
Catch and Release,
Wildly and methodically
Covering every square inch
Of your jawline,
earlobe,
collarbone,
and down.
The mesmerizing jangle
of electric rock *****
Chains us,
Entrances us,
Drugs us,
Leads us,
And there is nothing in this world
But your scent,
my lips,
your shiver,
my breath,
and our hands.
I swear, the moon turns a fire red,
And we're a pitched electric flame.
Play that song and tell me
That you can't imagine the same.

In a daydream
You kissed me.
It was clumsy,
But measured.
Slow,
But thoughtful.
A gamble
To be mulled over.

In a night dream
You kissed me.
It was intentional,
And passionate.
Sudden,
And enveloping.
A fire
Coursing with the unspoken.

In a daydream
We are playful and cautious,
Determined to make it work.
In a night dream
We burn right up
Until there's nothing left.
And when I wake from either
I must calm my hopeful heart,
And hold dreams and reality
In places far apart.

"I'm a synesthete," I said.
"The neurons lay close in my head.
I'm always mixing stimuli,
For example, letter 'A' is red.
For me, everything's got to be
In color, value, shade, and hue.
Sounds, tastes, names, words,
feelings, memories, people, you."

"Me?" he asked, so curiously,
(I knew the question held in store)
"What color do you think I'd be?"
(A question I've been asked before)
And though I've always answered true
And never been shy to reveal
A lavender, or slate, or blue
This time, I pause before I spill...

"You are the world in the golden hour.
Glittering, gleaming, and perfectly grand.
You are a paintbrush on every flower
Sweeping out across the land."

"You are a hillside dripping in honey,
Drenched in sweet, auriferous splendor.
I'm not sure how - but it's so funny -
You're the best iteration of every color."

"You're orange and red; an unwavering light,
Your name is a hopeful, amber belief,
You're apex of day, pinnacle of sight,
And my time in your glow is always too brief"

"Then, with the twilight's parting streams,
You are periwinkle memory.
Until you're the moon's reflective beams -
The pearlescent silver of my dreams."

And with a pang I realize,
That I should not have chattered such,
For anyone with ears or eyes
Can tell that I've revealed too much.