If I could press each thought I've spoken
into a dandelion head
and if 'promise' weren't a word,
then I'd promise you that I would.
Still, somehow I almost do with the look I just gave you.
But no sound is a word I could just leave there behind me.
Imagine this tugging,
I feel it
like tassels on a shadow moving across the floor.
Sometimes I can feel them dragging
there and exposed to the places I pass through.
But somehow they blend me
into the surface of this world.
And so I let them do it,
Blur my rigid outline
just to make me something more
than this shape your eyes have given me.

With an outstretched hand
and an open heart
You make your mark on what you know
You'll take your mind
and a steady body
and create a life from the dust

Though there's wind outside
and a crackle in the sky
the fear that lurks is of a different kind
You tell me softly
with a quiver in your chin
that your fear of love keeps you hidden in

You say one day soon
when the clouds roll away
and the sun begins to shine
you'll love me that day

With a brain
deeper than the sea
the blue waters can't compare to what's inside of you
I know your pain
and your reason for shame
but I will hold on this wavering ground

You say one day soon
when the clouds roll away
and the sun begins to shine
you'll love me that day

And the flowers in the field they call
take my hand and sit with me
they cannot take away the thoughts you have
keep them locked away
keep them locked away
keep them locked away

You say one day soon
when the clouds roll away
and the sun begins to shine
you'll love me that day

In my luxury there is shame,

using my thin, Western excuses

to hide from my art.

When I read your story

I heard a trumpet of glory

and a stern rebuke

from a creativity so compelled

that, denied the tools of your craft,

you carved your daily poem in soap

and committed it to memory

before washing your words away.


When the days pass me

with the pen's call unheeded

and my reluctance comes

from seeing the word as a foe

then I'll remember you, Irina,

and how the word set you free

from the darkest confinement.

I have this tendency
Of wanting to be loved most
By those who do not see me
For rejection never hurts that much
When we could have seen it coming.



*But I can see you
All of you
From your nervous giggles
To your restless heart
And I won't stop staring
Until you feel my love and
Accept it all at once.
You will never see it coming.

remember when you laid me back and told me you needed to kiss every inch of my body, you needed to feel the skin that begged for you under your lips, no matter what words I string together everything about that night sounds like sinful lust when in all reality your lips kissed every bruise, cut, and bad memory away in the most innocent way possible and when you turned me over and ran your fingers down my spine before placing chapped lips of heaven on my shoulders releasing every pounding rhythmic weighing stress that knotted in my bones I knew at that moment I would spend forever in the miserable regret that being eerie to commitment would leave because no matter how much we loved, screamed and craved each other, the time could never be more wrong and I hope that one day my lips can kiss every broken freckle on your skin again.