You make me want to dance.  
Caring for you makes me want to turn the volume all the way up,
and completely let go of
everything that has ever stopped my moving feet.

I feel your electricity pulsing through my bones,
burning out all the dampness.

You ignite a fire that restarts my heart.

You are unexpectedly the best thing that could have ever happened to me,
appearing out of thin air to catch me at just the right time.

I never saw you coming but,
I'm glad that you're here.

a wonderful poetess friend
I did happen upon
she has a welcoming heart
ever to don

twas fated that we became
the very best of sisterly mates
there's such a genuine nature
in her soul's sates

I speak
of a true
confidante
one who
I implicitly
trust
I speak
of a true
treasure
with qualities
that are a
must

dear Winn is an awesome
kind of gal
and I'm so thrilled having her
as my American pal

You are overpriced coffee:
You taste like all of the wonderful things
That wake me up and warm me
But you leave my pockets empty
And leave me needing more.

I feel like dancing
On silver moonbeams
And singing lullabies
To sparkling streams

I feel like flying
Just as high as I can
And holding the stars
In the palm of my hand.

I feel like jumping
To touch the clouds
I feel like spinning
Until I fall down

Is this happiness?
I'd almost forgot
What it felt like--
I've missed this a lot.

I don't want to break
Your Glass face
I don't want to make
You shatter in a million pieces

You seem so fragile
I seem so magical
You dream so wonderful
I can't remember anything

You live in sadness
I live in madness
which one do you want?
Let me know to replace

Glass face
I try not to break
Your Glass face
If I kiss it
I'll kiss it slow and soft
I'll try not to break
Your Glass Face

I slither all over the place
Like a snake
hoping to invade your garden
I always wanted to play

Phantoms everywhere wanting a fight
Ghosts from my past revisiting me
And there you are showing up in time
Problem is time is almost up

You lead me to water yet I drown
To the well, yet a foot from
fate is leading to synchronicity
Is the real thing truly part of me

Glass face
I try not to break
Your Glass face
If I kiss it
I'll kiss it slow and soft
I'll try not to break
Your Glass Face

I see her standing there.
The only thing I notice are her supple pink lips.
The soft flesh peeling away at the seams.
She uses her rose red tongue and in a swirling motion brings life to her once dead canvas.
I wish it was my tongue on her mouth kissing and licking every dry place.
I wish it was my hand on her body caressing up and down her thigh.
I wish it was her face I woke up to every morning.
She fills my mind with wonder and makes my heart swell.
I have yet to know her name, but for now she will be the girl who licks her lips.

I cannot even
Begin to tell you how much
I've missed our friendship.