You're riding in a car
with a strange boy.
His hands are on the wheel
while yours are shaking.

You're driving through time
with your heart right next to you.
His eyes are the bluest blue
and they mirror your thoughts.

You're sleeping with eyes wide-open;
your dreams become reality.
His hair halos in the sun; makes you wonder
what could possibly come from this.

I was driving in a car with a strange boy;
with my heart by my side;
in a sleepless dream;
wondering what could be,
but it was clear
that you were not made for me.

The nights are long and cold,
I only see you once or twice.
Still, my heart is not satisfied
not content of just the beauty,
it desires more than a silhouette
that my mind shapes of you
when I close my eyes at night.
The stars do not shine bright
not enough to image your eyes
and never enough to satisfy;
my darkest secrets of you
hold it’s place in dark skies
where words are not heard
and lust is at its highest peak.
Your voice enchants my heart
and vibrates through my soul,
only if I can feel your touch
it would feel like the sun
caressing my cold body,
and only the warmth of you
can keep me whole.

The ambience gone
The panache is next
And ye of elegance
Would not linger here
Is it the stale water in the vase
or the sweaty shoe gone smelly?
Verily, I say unto you all;
it's none of the above -
Just love gone bad!

write a poem about me
and compare my auburn hair
to the twilit autumn sky.

say I’m the most important person
that ever walked into your life.
say it, and mean it.

translate your verses into Italian
and scream them for me at 1am
so I can appreciate but not understand.

love me like no one else has.
show me why I’m a plant
and you’re the sun.

break my heart and fix it up
then break it all over again.
I wouldn’t mind, not at all.

write another poem about me
and compare our memories
to the faded Polaroids we never took.

This morning
I awoke from a tangle of dreams
from wild feelings
in the jungle of my heart
The morning sun
sliced through
the slumber
like machetes
just in time
to bring me to
a clearing
to my reality.

(c) 2014

If you had only let us be,
just you & me...
This love...
We'd grow,
you know.

But God has plans
for seeds of love
unused.
Look at all the wildflowers
on this earth.
All the gardens
are born from
soulmate passion
& so "wasted" love
is fashioned
into lisianthus & persian roses...
& as they bloom..
under our noses...
My heart closes
for you my dear...
your naked ****
you never chose
God only knows
if we'll find happiness,
God only knows
God only knows.