Let's love each other like children
lazing on the couch, raiding the kitchen
Eggos and Saturday morning cartoons
Don't need a marriage or a honeymoon

Cherry blow pops and dollar stores
playing with plastic dinosaurs
Cause we're of a different breed
This platonic love is all we need

"Rebel Rebel" rings in my ears as
we drive on a haunted road
at 10:00 at night.

"Hand of God - Outro" sticks to me,
a roach on tape,
as his hand meets mine
and passes me a cigarette.

"Sober Up" gets him humming along
gets him tearing up
when we look up off the concrete and
name the stars.

"Requiem" is on my mind today
for he told me about those from
his past
and present
and future

"80's Films" is on repeat this morning
and I look through my photos
to see one of him
smiling and
laughing and
in love with life.

The first time in years I saw him in love with life
even for the length of a song.

I do not imagine your tresses as they fall
on your shoulders,
I do not admire you overwhelmingly then
although I do look
but not with expressions
of callous flirtations
but of perhaps awe
or maybe a mild appreciation
what if i say this now
that in my subconscious reality
your presence has a beauty
of its own
mind you it is not really therapeutic
or meditative
but it does makes my head argue
with my heart

I do look at your eyebrows
when you are contemplative
your eyes laugh when you do
and i can gather the ripened moment
when you wish to cry or seek comfort

I imagine spending time with you
and i most certainly look for you
in my dreams,
creating ripples of
Innocent joys
In my own way, I am smitten
by your feminine swagger
and love the way you share
your stories

I enjoy visiting book shops, cafes and libraries
with you
or any place where you want to be
where I can get inspired
by your effervescence
and our ignorant brevity

I cherish being in love with you
But I don’t imagine loving you
the words are hollow
and the emotions set the tone
when I think of you

Give me an opportunity,
To walk with responsibility
And you.

my love for
her
is strictly
platonic,
because what else
could it be?

I sit on her
couch
and smile at every
single
word she says.
Her soft hand
touches
my knee, exposed
by my shorts,
as she laughs.
Out of nowhere she states,
“I like the
idea
of heaven, but
only
if there’s not a
hell.”
I realize then what
triggered
that statement.
we were talking about religion,
ironic to me is just that,
we were talking about religion
while I worship the
ground
she walks on.

My love for
her
is strictly
platonic,
I worship her,
but only as a
friend.

people crave touches,

and i thought they were absolutely psychotic

until i met you.

suddenly, i understand,

but still not really

because the only touch i want from you

isn't a kiss or a caress.

it's the sting of your hand on top of mine

sitting on a pile of worn playing cards

(two jacks, to be exact)

making a resounding smack against the table

that startles the elderly couple next to us

and your firm, determined grip

as you swear bitterly under your breath

to wrestle those jacks away from me

however long it takes you.

--glacier

In loving you I found a philosophy of the human compassionate heart,
Beautiful in her inter-dimensional quest to sit next to me that day,
Or ask me some theoretical question I already had an answer to,

In loving you
It's you who must deliver my eulogy.

Amongst all of the satellites in the sky above me,
my beloved,
you are by far the Sun,
and,certainly I'm the Moon,
constantly longing for you,
running after you,
thoroughly
each night by night
aware that you'll be doing the same,
aware we won't actually ever meet.

Everyone has a a billowing pillow that's larger than their troubles sitting at the bottom of their cliff.

It's comforting, it's warm, and suffocating as you land on such sweet bliss.

The pillow envelops you, compacting you in a small, tight cocoon.

The pressure forces you to to gulp in air and squeeze your eyes shut tight.

"Everything will be fine," they whisper. "No need to fright."

And suddenly, as you're wrapped up in a pillow, everything seems to be all right.