bed:
blood
in us
of mud

shed
the rust
muscle
of dust

red:
tongue
wrung
strung

said:
run
the run
begun
(we did)

-

head
of toil
of ours
in soil

bread
of skin
soiled
in sin

led:
we went
say, patent
we went

wed?
ha, sweet
pleased
bland wheat

bed:
pillow
above us
below

bed:
black hand
fragile
and

I pick up the pen
and I write
because I need
to bleed my emotions
on paper and sometimes I
write
just for the hell of it and sometimes
I write because I just need
to talk to someone anyone
I just need to talk.

Do you miss him?
Yes
Do you love him?
With all my heart
Do want to be with him?
Sometimes
So you'll talk to him again?
No, never

If you seek me, I will always hide,
if you chase, me I will always run,
if you hit me, I will always fight,
if you turn out the light, I'll be the sun

There once was a lovely little gosling named Julia.
She went around gathering traits.
When she grew up she fell in love with Xponis, the powerful goose. He would lead a journey south.
No two geese are alike. So I pulled out my looking glass and took a look. It's true.
The geese did a thing called drafting. This does not mean they stop for a draught on the way south. It means flying slightly behind and to the flank to take advantage of the draft from the goose in front. It makes for easier flight.
Bang! It's over.
To prepare the goose, Margaret, the chef, takes over.

I crave intimacy
Not the type that subconsciously comes to mind -
The connection
Between one soul,
To another  
Bleeding pure, genuine
Devotion.
I crave fidelity
An enduring exchange
I don't want to be physically touched;
I want to feel my internal organs
Spark.
I want to embrace it  
Savoring every moment

i need to stop
setting myself on fire
to keep you warm.