The glistening spherical platform
Capturing the eye with a hue,
Of transparent blue.
Within the center of a twinkle
On blue and admiration,
No dust or cover exists,
Polish every day
By master art creator
A stone appraised,
With no price,
Irreplaceable individuality.

A gem
Full of its warmth
Held closest to me.
And upon my heart.

If I'm the last white cloud at sunset
You're the morning hue of the sky (orange-red).
If I'm the concentrated chaos in my eyes
You're the mirthful flash of your pearly whites.
If you're the cool blue pool in summertime
I'm the orange orange (which doesn't even rhyme).
We're poles apart, you and I
But once in a while we see eye to eye
And the space in which our gaze meets
Is as close as I'll be to infinity.

Fill my cup
     with your scent
   Let me drown
           in your essence
               I'm dying
           of thirst
And you're the only
      sustenance
On which
      I can thrive
   And finally
        *Feel alive

you run through my head
like drips of coffee
run down my cup
i can see you there
and i know you shouldn't
really be there.
but i encourage you to move faster
and you sometimes make me dizzy
not will all of the running
but with your beautiful words
that you whisper to me late at night
i believe these more than anything
because you're almost always half asleep
and you don't really realize what you're saying
so you speak your mind
and all of your thoughts
then run out of your mouth
like that very first drip of coffee

You taught me to have coffee without sugar.
Only now do I understand what that means.
Bitter lover.

And I became inspired about a summer love,
surely she is somewhere now watched by all the angels above, her kindred spirits.

So long ago, we sailed the cat to St. John's isle,
where we'd sit and chat for hours on end,
sending good vibes to each other, enraptured,
smothered in our own astral plane.

We were totally exuberant, not criminally-isane,
in fact a bit silly, those googly-eyes we made,
along with the Myers & pineapple,
tickling each other's fancies.

We'd dance to Marley and Tosh,
do the limbo in our tie-dyed brilliance,
under the sun in that tropical paradise,
I think about of you so often.

By Arcassin Burnham





when you looked in to my eyes,

i had the strangest feeling,

flying rodents in my tummy,

retro waves came rolling in,

witches and their brooms,

soldiers at war , fighting and weaponry,

car crashes into the lake, with fire and debris,

clowns making entertainment amusing at the circus,

make you happy with one kiss unless its worth it,

stuck in a dream wave,

retro waves that came rolling in.