I have a chance
Not chance
Opportunity

See, I’m learning to assert self
To claim space
And here is the time
The place
Ah, excitement!

Into my own power
The start of something
That’s what the cards read
Let’s start something!!

The reckless within me is chattering now
Infatuated curiosity peeps
What will happen next?!

Maybe I’m a drama queen
It riles something within me
Oh hit my spot!

Temptation divine
The danger of it all !
Freedom ~
Ah, life.
Ah, me.

Here we go
Abundance galore

Knee deep in
Toulousain
brick
where sidewalks
dent and
water collects

and up 6 levels
in Jolimont,
not far from where
everything exists,

Here I am,
knee deep in
thought, and out
towards
the starry night,
the dark is
ever changing

and I can feel the moonlight
flowing,
of course, I feel it stretching
out its
arm to me
to stroke my cheek
in silence
when my thoughts become
too loud

I'm knee deep in the world, baby,
knee deep in the luke warm
end of daylight
where the water
keeps on moving
and trying to
pull me down
to where
everything is gold.

The lights are off but I am shining;
A radiant, beaming, golden glow,
An ambient ray of love manifested. Excitement emanates from me,
Like tongues of flame, lapping
At the shadows in the hollow cheeks
Of this dark room.
I am smouldering;
I swear I could burn straight through
The mattress and through the floor, Down beneath the sandy Florida soil, And even the high water table
Couldn't put me out.
I'm on fire for you, burning for you.  This fire won't go out, it's been raging Scarlet and vermillion embroidered With gold since the day I met you.
Your liquor kisses seeped into
My black charcoal heart,
And the conflagration is consuming
Everything.

many days that memory lane rebuilds
for the matchstick, gas, and striker addict
itching for his fixture of crash-and-burn
where fire and brimstone safely heals
anxious hearts in rites of passage
carrying a dream that most hands deter
I’ll start an ember beneath the surface
and forget the reign of disdaining thrill
step firm through flames as memory lane tilts..

I want
You 
To put 
Your leering
Fingers
Deep in.
Make me feel
The pain,
I once felt,
You leaving
Me, shocking
My spine into 
***** ness.
Throw my breath
Onto your 
Ceiling, and
Suffocate my
Eyes
With every ******.
/
I will
Twist
My torso,
Coil like a 
Snake.
Pounce into 
Danger,
Attacking
What holds
 Ill intentions.
Venom oozing 
Out through 
My loving fangs,
Going for your
Throat.
Laying flat, you
Feel excitement
Course all throughout 
Your being.
Curling at the toes.

Now is the time to cut your hair short
play in the snow even if you'll get cold feet
Listen to live music
even if it’s bad music
because any art can make you fall in love with its creator
even if it only lasts two minutes.

Now is the time to become attached to people
even if they aren’t perfect for you
and unchain yourself from people
even if they are perfect for you

Because it is time for tomorrows
for realizing your hips and knees crack for a reason
for leaping off the giant’s shoulder
for running fast even though you’ll tire

for climbing to the top of the mountain
so you can see the stars

When there's a big kiss at the end of the movie
I find myself trying to hide that really huge smile.
I can only imagine us on that very first day
When the guy and girl meet in some really set up, non reality, fairy tale kind of way.
Because lets face it.
Not many people get their happy ending
Or perfect beginning.
But most people experience the ****** up crap in between.

I can't listen to my radio anymore because every song they play
Reminds me of something about you.
Your eyes, lips, chest, pants, personality.
The way you lose track of how many glasses of wine you have when you play guitar.
And the way your eyes get lost deep inside of you when you tell a story.
Like you're re living everything about that moment.

And I guess I'm doing that now.
Losing myself in the flashbacks of you.
Losing myself in daydreams about you.

I take one look at you and a million things start running through my mind.
I text you and anxiously await a response.
I wonder what it will be like the next time we hang out, and if you feel anything for me.
Could this be something?
Because all I really want is to be wanted.
I want you to be as excited to see me as you are when you see your food coming in a restaurant.
Or when something really good happens to you, I want you to think, how should I tell her, what should I say?
It's not that I like you.
It's that I'm hoping for a different ending to the story thats just beginning.