It is 4:30 in the afternoon
And I tell you
This is my favorite time of day.
You ask why
So I point to the gold
Streaming in the window,
Bouncing off the dust.
And you kiss me.
Maybe 4:31 in the afternoon
Is my favorite time of day.

I'd like to think,
that the best feelings are;
Grass under bare feet,
Spring tides,
Rain droplets lightly skimming your eyelashes,
A favorite blouse,
The burn of alcohol,
And the sensation of another humans skin

i lay down and the smell is in the air
i search for it
your scent

possibly amongst the pillows

but i can't pinpoint it

it fills me
maybe like a heroine addicts drug
on the contrary feels like the breaking seal of a water vein

everything explodes within me

all of my thoughts of you
my moans of your name
hand caressing my body

walking downtown
and your hardships

i can't believe
the simple scent
of the man i love
can bring so much out of me
that i can't fall asleep

Old fashioned; you may be
Blossoming; flowers dangling; beauty
Your shape; nature's top breed.
Workers Bee's; pollinated your seed.
Dangling; pillow-shaped hearts.
Shining light; feeds your needs.
Heart-shaped pedals; dance in the breeze.
Spring brings; lacey, pink, and white pedals.
Fall comes; blossoming flowers leave.
Return please; or our lonely hearts will bleed.

You're the dry ice to my flame,
      the cold to my desperate heat.
I'm unstable
      and you're deadly.
We're the perfect match
      and the perfect downfall.
Ask me about my attitude
      and receive no answers.
Ask me about my heart
      and all you'll get is a ****** mystery.

Will you still love me when
I start to fall apart?
Will you still kiss me when
My lips fall off of my face?
Will you still hold my hand when
My fingers cling to my decomposing frame?
Will you still sing me to sleep when
I can no longer hear your voice?
Will you still try to make me laugh when
My mouth can no longer form a smile?
Will you still pinch my cheeks when
There’s nothing left but bone?
Will you still stand by me when
My knees break?
Will you still wake me up
When I shy from the light?
Will you still compliment my eyes when
They’ve fallen out of their sockets?
Will you still caress my skin when
It’s covered in blood?
Will you still run your fingers through my hair when
I’ve ripped it all out?
Will you still love the idea of me when
I’ve fallen to pieces?