I want you.
Right now.

Your lips on mine.
Your hand around my waist.

My lips on your neck.
My hands running through your hair.

Heavy breaths.
Deep  stares.

I want you.
Right now.

In my bed.
Right next to me.
Holding me tight.
Talking about anything.

Gentle kisses in between thoughts.
Our tired eyes holding contact.
Slowly falling asleep

You,
All I ever want is you.

Hushed, whispering clouds
pillows stuffed with fresh cotton
lay the sun to sleep

You were perfect
bones, skin and locks befitting that
of royalty
your gaze, a burning tempest of bronze,
spoke a triumphant trill
a constant reminder of vibrant days since lost
you, lonely soldier, trudged into the lions den
lured in by false hopes, a venom laced tongue
the lion inside renders you his simple servant
taking your mind hostage and
chiseling down your star-speckled orbs to mere ghosts
caging the fluttering dove of your beauty
i spend sleepless nights weeping your fall
after your last ember has been quieted

I am a sock
My cotton exterior pilled and frayed
insides as soft and warm as down feathers

i lie in the drawer
without warmth or company
for one day
my match
the sock who has always suited me
my soft, silver striped soulmate
left my life forever
we were forced to go our separate ways
by some cruel sleight of paw
mi amigo was taken away from me
and brutely dragged down the hallway

life without my match is a gravel road
rocks dig into the uncovered feet
with a missing sock
life is incomplete

I believe that,
Human wisdom
Can be summed up in one phrase:
"Full moon"
You can never see the moon "in full,"
Only half of it.
It's like,
When someone says,
"You have my full trust and devotion."
But that's only true,
Until someone better than you
Comes along to,
Give their "full" trust and devotion to.
And anyway,
The moon is never "full"
Very long either.