They have been waiting
since knee high
for romance -
even before they knew
what it was about

waiting to be cared for
and attended to,
danced and romanced
moonlit evenings year long,
little surprise presents
flowers sprinkled with jewelry

it never ends
whispers of love
always so gently

it is all so beautiful
truly a wonderful notion

I just can't bring myself to spoil it.

send me someone I can yell at,
someone to blame for your life

not your parents
they have suffered enough

yes, you,
stand there and take what you deserve

you have been SLIDING
through your life

safe, protected;
unwilling to feel,
all you know are those clever games
which never end

the humor being
you are scratching your head now
thinking I am a madman
or something worse

no, the first day of your life
you decided not to participate fully

take a look at all your excuses
for not living

If I could
I would **** you now
so that you might live again.

You gave me your word
and took it away

like some innocent child
dreaming of the tooth fairy,
I have been waiting for you
and every morning I check
to see if you have come

but now I know you are never coming,
somewhere a child is crying
comfort him with soothing tones.

Everyday dreams
of finding the perfect you
know no defeat
relentless,
they are my company
they are my hope

often
in the day's light
I am called on
to try this mold,
rearranging limbs
shaping, pushing
to no avail

a lifetime of waiting

and then one day
I threw away the mold
threw away the perfect you

only to find a person
more beautiful
than any dream.

A madman
came up to me
and said he knew me
but, he would not harm me
the way you have wanted to

I trust him
because he is free
and you know only restraint
which always leads to
lies and deceits

like the time you said
you would love me forever.

you can always pick up and leave
and no harsh words will meet

I have no battle with you,
I only ask that you leave your body behind
for me to occupy my time

I couldn't think of a nicer Sunday brunch.

I can no longer keep this from you,
there are no other poets
there are no other poems,
you reading this
are merely my fantasy

I can imagine your breathing
becoming static as this point
your mind tells you I'm mad
while I am merely
having fun with you,
causing you to quickly
invent an elaborate identity for yourself
along with some fuzzy past
you would more easily discard
than claim as your own

enough little fantasy
my arm is tiring
you must go now.