Ruin me there, love
and build me back in
your unwavering compassion

See me as enough
and dress me there in
some of that similar fashion

Shed our human hearts
and bathe in our waves
that we are destined to crash in

There's a place where
the lights illuminate
their beauty upon the
ocean's pool in dazzling
ships' splendor

take me there,
up in your holism,
to the very definite,
the poetry Supreme.

I'll kiss what's there,
so don't allow me to
be alone on that bay-
else the salt air will
recieve all my love.

I'd say you believe you are innocent
but no one stays that way forever.

I'd say you've changed for the worse
but you've only shown me the monster.

I'd say I have been in a bad spot
but you would have heard wrong.

I'd say you treated me like some horrid business
but you believed you knew me enough to treat me well.

I'd say your words actually meant
something
but you gave that up awhile ago.

I'd say that there's not that feeling I knew deep in the past
but I'd be lying.

I'd say all these things
but you'd have to
leave all your prior convictions
behind;
everything you've grown
to know.

I couldnt ask you to do that for me,
I couldn't ask that of you.

I couldn't ask that of you,
but maybe you will ask that of yourself.

your body is a temple
adorned in black fabrics.
adored, my eyes gaze
upon it like the first precious stone.

to lay my hands upon your altar
I would be given
essential,
a touch of divinity
that I'd be nervous
to handle.

I just know that you'd be an excellent lover
between the sheets, you'd be alike to no other
my heart it soars, my heart it flutters
a burn from your fever, this love
I would gladly suffer

I'm convinced love is a series of fleeting events brushing up against your cheek

Is it possible to take it all back ?
To be without beginning ?
To bloom without a seed ?

We see them,
passerby with
courteous smiles.
They're trying to be nice,
to make a friend,
be an ally.
Is there any more to kindness ?

I wrote you a book but it burnt
from my memory,
you may have kept the manuscript
but I suggest you shred it,
let it go.

This feeling feels foreign
yet it's like a new nostalgia.
I'm in love with someone I don't want around,
someone I can't stand to see
but to see them would be relief.
Because every day
was joy with her,
and she destroyed what
I knew to be happiness,
like I didn't know what it
was to begin with:
the warmth of a sun ray
in a cold dark room,
a kind stranger
into the end of
a summer day.