"he...
he was
5 foot 7
with the most beautiful eyes
downward slanting
and oak-wood brown
laughs
and his hands
his hands
soft and sculpted
they were so delicate
and safe
but there
was strength
in them
he was
slender and...
laughs
actually, he fit
into my jeans
and it was really
funny because
i knew he would
but..
yeah, anyway
he had the best
hair like
the kind of hair
you'd want to
run your hands
through all
night and i could
never keep
my hands off of him
looks down
i've actually
been dreaming of
him and it was
a nightmare
where i was running
until
i run into his arms
and his
naked torso
was brown,
familiar,
warm and
so strong
i rushed into
his embrace
and whispered
let me hold you
it...
i'm getting off track
how to describe
this boy he
had strong arms
and he lifted me
off my feet
quite literally
his thighs were
like metal
and his shoulders
carried
the weight of the
world and
he carried
me
he had this
little spot
in between
his fingers
that i always
had a little
thing for
his smile
oh ****
grips stomach
i think i'm going
to throw up
thinking
of his laugh because
oh ****
it was the most
beautiful
and funny thing
you'd ever hear
he laughed like
the world wasn't
listening
it boomed
and oh my *******
god i can't breathe
clenches teeth
i can hear his laugh
when he
was happy and
so full of
confidence and
joy
holding my
hand as
we walked
out of the
cinema
****
don't remind
me of
the taste
of his LIPS
****
****
sorry
what did he look like,
you ask?
he was...
sits down
sorry
i'm...
things start going dark
****
listen
i don't feel
so well
can you
**** I CAN
FEEL HIM
ON ME
****
listen..
ah..
i...
..."

What a beautiful man
a character in muted colors
speaking Shakespeare’s words.
I covet the players coven
a place where such wonders
where made manifest,
where actors did their best
to express in proper parlance
past prose and poetry.

What a fine figure
full of creative vigor
that speaks loudly
marking lines with fierceness
and a slight playful puckish
variety.

What a time to relish
spoken forms
the theater
worn for such
vocal storms
and I am in love
not a ****** decree
but an infatuation
founded upon
the wonderous creativity
of this sweet performer
before me.

the words i wanted to speak were stuck somewhere in the galaxy in my head.
the voice to tell you hid in the black hole of my heart in dread.
the waterfalls trying to descend from my eyes stay unshed.
the stinging pain lingering in my heart for so long remains bottled.
the undying love i could not control continues to burn in red.
while you fall hard into the deep water instead.
now the undying love i could not control shreds me to threads.
if i had known it wasn't scorching fire you needed,
but the soothing liquid you've wanted,
i would not have refrained the falls from falling,
i would not have loved you hard but calm,
i would have let the blood of my pen drown you with the words
i wanted to say
but now they're
all
left
unsaid
and
all dead stars
in the galaxies
in my head.

Let's look into
one another's eyes
and we can pretend
We aren’t on the edge of something
we won’t survive

you are like:



                    a mirrored lake, everything below the surface.

           handwritten love letters and bright smiles.

     a quaint cottage surrounded by wilderness.

          the glimmering sand and burning sunsets.



               the whole night sky and everything beyond it.

          the force in the tide, the chill in the breeze.

     lingering glances and long drives.

lightning and thunder -

                                                -and everything-

                                                                                                      -in between.