life is lonely.
and death gives terrible company.
so-
Would you like some dinner?

As we stood beneath the sky fading away
Billions of stars shone and led the way
And Aurora Borealis graced the night as if to say
Every darkness has its beauty that can’t be seen in the day  

Looking high above the twinkling stars
And faraway from the bustling city cars
You held my hands with eyes reflecting lights
Amazed by how the glints showed your world to new heights  

We were left alone in a wide clearing winter
Yet the bleak feeling never seemed to fester
Maybe because we never thought it would be
Or could it e because you’re the one beside me?  

With hours that seemed  like minutes, time flew fast
It never struck as we were left in awe that seemed to last
Stars gently floats above with infinitesimal actions
Which to me, clearly makes a better therapeutic session  

As the northern lights glide through the night,
You laid a kiss on my cheek that seemed to mark the side
Then a meteor passed, and your smile flew high
Thankfully, we stood beneath the twilight sky

People are waiting for valentine's day
but I really miss valentine's date...

I have a question for you
Plucked from the day we met.
I have pondered asking for a while
And still I haven't yet.

Especially with important matters
Or ones dealing with certain subjects.
But as I sit here wondering, waiting,
I think I may be ready for what comes next.

As we talked about chess,
Poetry, movies, and songs,
Random facts, and paradoxes
All these evenings long,

I sat thinking still...
Gazing thoroughly upon
The face you wear
And the smile you had on.

As you may be able to see,
I can often tend to be
Incapable of stammering out
The words I desperately want to shout

I get that I don't know you well,
But I feel I may want to..
As long as it works with you...
And maybe if you too...
Could possibly like to do...
If only I already knew...

Would you like a coffee with me soon?

Join me beneath
an eight percent moon
that shook itself free
from Irish holly
on its way to
bearded stone.
Agent of itself,
it little cares what
we'll do here,
in this rose garden
of shadow flighting.
Join me in the sliver
of tinnish light
that wanes into the berries,
& shove your breath
into mine with clear intent.
We wear dresses of silence.
The mottling dark
clenches your hair.
A faceless statue
chaperones no one.

Take a moment to remember,
Our coffee date in November,
The spark of a thought-lost ember,
In December, hold me tender.

Calligraphy note left neat on my chest,
Made me forget all about the rest,
I cannot believe that I'm not a pest,
Something of a strange little mess.

Don't forget we looked at the stars,
From inside of a cold foggy car,
Our toes so cold and so far,
I had to say that you got my heart.

Take a moment to remember,
Our coffee date in November,
The spark of a thought lost ember,
In December, hold me tender.

Calligraphy note, in my sketch book,
Every so often I'll take a look,
You're my love,
My dear,
The one who holds the hook.