Please break the hands
the gears
the cogs
Of the clock

Which ticks away
the moments
the instants
the seconds
the time

Until our ultimate
fall
defeat
demise.

We are not yogurt
Neither are we milk
Nor any other perishable item.
We need not be made
Of fine, fragile silk.

Help me reinforce our supports,
Our columns and beams.
Don't allow ticking time
To rip us apart
At the seams.

That doesn't have to be us.

Funny, how in this
Tomb of a room,
Thoughts bloom
And threaten to consume me.

It seems that always,
In the shower,
Sin's washed clean,
And ideas flower.
So, forgive me if
I take an hour
To set my demons free.

I'll clear my head,
Calm my heart,
Relax my nerves
In this much needed time apart.
This is my chance
To go back to the start,
So I can be the only one you need.

I've learned that poems are like tattoos;
Using specific names just ruins the art.
But, I want to ink your name so deep into this page,
It bleeds through, and stains my heart.

I like you because you have let me be me,
Whatever that means.
Whatever that means.

You'd never mold me, change me, or readjust my seams.
You like me for me.
You like me for me.

I'd let you change my accent, my haircut, unimportant things,
Just don't cut my wings.
Just don't cut my wings.

I dipped my pen in sugar
So I could write you something sweet.

Face-palm My laptop keys laugh,
Evidently amused by me.