Sweet as sin, as
Sensual as--
Sunday's in a foreign movie

Naughty nectar,
Tangy taste
I wanna reach first base

Come on over, honey baby
Lay with me like yesterday's blues
I'll forget to remember you if
You remember to forget me not

It is a bittersweet world, *after all

Because he is my sun and
I am the moon.
Reflecting only the purest of lights even when
The night sky tries to drown me within
its endless sea of stars,
blooming and
booming,
continuously.
Although at times I feel lost within my own atmosphere and
the wind begins to ******* away from home, I know that
He will always be right there when I wake up in the morning…
Kissing my lips gently,
With the same pure light as the sun itself;
Smiling over me,
Allowing his brightness to
Fill my heart with warmth once again…
My sunshine.

I watch you roll with
precision. You see me,
looking at you,
looking at me.

How do I turn this
silence into something?
A little tobacco, and other things
occupy the air in our shared
atmosphere. It is obvious,
we are both more than aware
of each other.

You look my way, I look away.
An endless game of tag between
our eyes. You stand and I
watch you leave.

I like the way your
joint sits on your lips,
but I'd rather it
be me.

Pyromaniac,

I burn for you when we touch

I am curious

Desire to go
Desire to be,
Good to you

Come, let’s go
We’ve got no place
To be, to see
Where the light takes us

Take us, mighty light
We follow blindly
We follow with purpose, but
No justification will do

Only when and where there is
no doubt, shall we be able to
find each other,
within ourselves

We can find each other
Again & again &
Get lost in the
vast emptiness
Of calamity.

It is so simple,
We've come undone, but I'd still
Love you 'til the end

The sky is a river
Silver hairs decorate it’s crown:
A ruby here, an opal there
Whisks of sunlight everywhere

Golden hues, baby blues
The sunset gives us clues
But how do we search for what
We have yet to know?

What do you think
snail shells, cow bells &
the sublime of our milky way
all have in common?

A sequence in numbers
that lead me back to you

Holding hands with you
Thoughts rushing, then slow and the
Moonlight becomes you