let me touch your mouth again
let me crawl into your eyes again
let me have my way with you again

let me be smittened by your words again
let my heart race with anticipation again
let me be amazed by you again

let me enjoy our silent pauses again
let me linger on your parting words again
let me dread the stroke of dawn again

let me have just a second more of you begging me to stay
let me leave you with something to remember me
let me have a reason to keep coming back again

hello lovely,
see you
seeing things
trees
air
and what do you think
perceive
what is your analysis
my dear boy
no
you are a man
the type who makes all others ashamed for pretending
to be even an imitation
you limit their ability
by simply being you
and you know
I enjoy it
it's enthralling to know
such a soul
so strong and right
nothing wrong
with being smitten
although it'd be nice
to be smittened on

i'm getting drunk off rain water.
it's been hiding in the gutter for hours.
along with the leaves and tree flowers.
i sing a song as i stumble down the street.
"and IIIII-I-IIII-III will always lo-uh-ve youu!"

it's true.

there's a string attached from me to you.
and hung from it are not-so-shiny stars.
spring has sprung, love is in the air.
i choke as i inhale the pair.
hands entwined with their pail white string.
what if i were to sprout wings?
i doubt i'd stay on earth for long.
i've always thought i don't belong anyway.
i tucked my heart away in a sock drawer.
that's the safest place i could think of.
i trace the scar with my fingertips.
another star fell down tonight.
this town never sees a thing.
i add the fallen to our stretched-out string.
i had a dream in black in white.
where i had caught a beam of light.
and i kept it safe all through the night.
all through the year.
all through my life.
and as i died, as all of us do,
the beam of light died too.

i used to think the beam was you.

i scream to the moon.
my rain strewn across the ground.
i found myself lying in my reflection.
i point my thumb in one direction.
hoping you will soon come pick me up.
i kick a cup left here by a stranger.
"danger", the smudged sharpie reads.
"love is", written on the other side.
i chuckle at the irony-smittened phrase.
i graze over my scar once more.
i swore to the sun i would visit someday.
i'd bring with me my hidden heart.
ridden with love the sun would burn up.
she'd turn my heart anew.
in it will be hope i knew had gone.
and happiness i had given up on.
i dipped the cup in the rain and took a sip.
i held the styrofoam lip to my own.
five fingers grip it tight.

love is danger, this i've known to be right.

i'm getting drunk off rain water.
and stumbling off into the night.

Love is as old as the sun
When we were young,
it was all about holding hands, wanting to be close to each other but truth is, we were blind to see that love was bringing us together.
Suddenly we became taller, you started getting hips and my voice got deeper.
We started writing love letters to those we smittened.
Along the way, we hurt one another and it helped us grow.
Here we are now, dating and traveling like two love birds.
What kept us going is patience, trust and when we suddenly understand what love figures are, we let wedding bells ring that beautiful moment
When I finally become yours and you now all mine