Oh, what a gift,
...Stopping time's flow.
Just to hold you forever,
...Without letting go.

...Racing and burning,
...Forever returning,
...I loved you each day sure as the Sun loves to fly.
...Rising to Day.
...Falling to Night.
...Forever returning,
...Till the day I should die.

Yes, a gift and a curse,
...Our lives but a verse,
...We dance through the stars, as around us they burst.

A bleeding heart,
A world apart,
By sunsets final glow.

Loves tender fruit,
Pure to the root,
Deep in my heart you sow.

Through misty mornings clouding sight,
Through frozen winter rain.
I know tis true...
it beats for you...
my heart and all its pain.

Life is not a kind fight
when it's all for naught in hindsight
a darkness to remind light
a darkness that can really blind sight

I dont need a limelight
to climb to my own mind height
all I need is a sign bright
all I need is to make the time right

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

So many things that these hands have made
a faded page for which they paid
jaded pain and a heart so splayed
these hands have made a past that stayed

they are capable of making disdain and hate
staying shaky for their aiming fate
stained by debating ways as of late
these hands are making a day that can't wait

grass blades whistle and the winds do rave
the fires rage and can't be staved
there's no way you can be saved
these hands were made to dig your grave

Chaos at lunch
I study
A tap on the shoulder
"My friend likes you, can he have your number?"
An older boy

Shake my head no
You sure?
No.

Walks away
Minutes pass.

Should've said yes.

how can you make me feel both empty and alive

If I had Audrey Hepburn's class and elegance, would I catch your eye when we passed each other in a morning rush?

If I had Elizabeth Taylor's eyes and body, would you stay a bit longer?

If I had the simple yet perfect beauty of Grace Kelly, would you wrap your arms around me at night and make me your princess?

And if you saw the lurking shadows and sensed the sadness behind my smile, just like Marilyn Monroe, would you leave me
all over again?