I’m falling desperately for pieces of you,
and all of you at the same time.
I know I’ve stumbled in so deep,
but there’s still more for me to find.
If you’d like you can call me a fool,
and I’ll be as foolish as they come,
but that still won’t explain how
your eyes make me go numb.
I’m keeping every little bit,
because I can’t bear
to let it go.
The subtle curve your soft lips make
when they hear me say your name,
and the freckle on your collarbone,
your right, my left.
I think of how I feel so much more than skin
when you simply brush against me.
Your hand in mine.
My left, your right.
This isn’t a poem,
it’s a 3 am conversation on your basement couch
and a quiet night spent on the bench next to the lake.
I can never write poems about you,
because it’s impossible to write a poem
about poetry itself.

Shut my lids, an empty canvas.
Decorated delicately with shades of you.
Depicting precious memories,
Of tangled hands, and bluest eyes.

Music melding slow and soft,
your voice wrapped in every note.
And in spirit your arms embracing me,
Manifesting within this patient soul.

Sleeping sound under a caring moon,
The existence of us in unending dreams,
Pulling kisses from our pockets,
Waiting in our minds, for love's reality.

It takes a heart that's sewn into a sleeve,
to conquer the battle of impatience.
Selfless in hope for the a smile of a love.
with too many words to blanket this Earth.


and it takes a spirit that is entirely free,
to derail itself from tracks of worry.
and end up on the path where trust is a friend
.where hope is the rain pouring down.


It takes a soul who has been crushed to its core,
to build walls around love of appreciation.
when the minute hand ticks to tell you "give in"
But you can't let negativity win.


but mostly it takes a heart full of fire,
to be willing to love as hard as it can,
when in only a second, it can shatter at hand...
loving true, is to free your mind and let your heart escape.

I am venom,
But you are grace.
We are toxins poured to dissipate
In false begotten fate.