I saw your hand
reach for mine
in the back of the car
on a late night ride
elation consumed my head, and
crushing disappointment followed
when I opened my eyes
to the ceiling
of my bedroom

Lets make our bedroom a place
To love each other, and only that.
You can do just fine by putting
Your shoes on slowly (not
Unlike Mr.Rogers) sitting on the
Sofa, as opposed to sitting on the bed.
And I will stop sitting in bed
To edit those manuscripts and flip
The pages of books I have already
Read a thousand times. Instead,
A thousand times I will love you;
With the swell of storms at sea,
Yet with the clarity of the sky
After such storm.
You can do just fine by my side,
and myself by yours. As we lay in bed
And wonder what makes us feel so warm,
When the ceiling fan above our bed makes such cold air.

Looking at the frozen rocks,
trying to decide what
is so beautiful about them.
There has to be something.
Beauty is in everything.
They glisten in this clear January day.
Thousands of them
sitting there.
Mysteries unsolved.
That is why the Gods
laugh at us.
We turn nothing into
nothing.
Our grasp on the infinite is
already so thin.
Every rock must be turned over.
The beauty is elusive.
That is the beauty.
Staring at these rocks
help make us understand what
might happen to us.
Carefully observing the universe spin,
traffic lights change,
birds fly overhead,
these rocks unfreeze.

You love how I dress up for you
All skin and heels.
Making a pirouette
Striking a pose.
You call me your Muse
Because I inspire naughty thoughts
From the depth of your soul
I drive you crazy with desire
All you want is to hold me tight
and have your way with me
Sometimes I tease you first
Drive you to the edge
I like playing with you
Cause I see how much more
you're dying to have me.

Skin electric
Words of mindless mangle
Trace the curve of your hips
Trickle along the stretch of thigh
Pools around your toes
Where the world used to lie
One moment of weakness made permanent
Scored in by blade and ink
Scarred friction

Left my heart beating
Lighted grid and tambourine
Never a goodbye.

I am the ***** in the darkness that beckons.
I am the ending the prophetic liars have reckoned.
The feeling you have at the moment before sleep,
Realization of the unknown, the gravity, and weep.
Take my hand and be born again,
I'll show you the minds of evil men.