I want pieces of you like the landscape that surround your bones.
I want you like the moons that engulf your soul.

I want pieces of your mind engraved in mine.
I want each continent of your flesh pressed against my own.

I want your teeth cutting boundaries of where no one else can go.
I want my body to be a Mecca but only for your own.

chestnut trees
raise lamps of flowers,
kindling floral flames of red and white
to guide the planet
into summer.

I miss you and my skin shivers
The heaves of the flying engine
The sky of our heavens angel
Amiss and my soul webbed in a bay
As the mist of the dew condenses
The waters flows in our artistry
Our chemistry a fizzle unreactive
Our feeling dances as a spirit of its own
The miss and want to walk my finger
Rest it on your bare hairless chest
The miss to walk and pluck a hair
Resourcefully induce a prickly pain
I miss you and my tear flitters
On the trail of the cave I touch
****** the walls that hang your heart
I miss you as we shield our soul and shell
At the crossroads where the devil turns

I don't care if you're cold,
Because you still warm my heart.
I don't care if you're whole,
Because I'd accept you torn apart.
I don't mind your size,
To me it doesn't matter.
Large or small,
You still have what I'm after.
You're a masterpiece,
Full of grace and majesty
With hidden meaning to be found
Inside of your seams.
You're a dream, without you my
Mind screams.
Can't you see? If I don't have you I'm incomplete.

I love it when you're cheesy, even though some don't appreciate it
I don't care if you're all made-up, if you're plain I would be elated.
You're the only one for me,
I choose you over Chinese.
I must say, with you I have a fixation.

When pizza was made my soul mate was created.

-SLuR

There is another chapter in your story
Discover your new territory
Don’t look back, become an amnesiac
These pages are your remedy
Forget the despair and the lost prayer look elsewhere
Start with the first page and dull your rage
This new chapter will be your sage

Put the old pages to rest on sundown
And at the break of dawn you won’t have drowned
Floating in bliss with your pages as a raft
Expel your craft
Release the ink bound in chains within your fingers
Rebound for fresh ground
The sea washes away the sand
Let it wash away your mind
Time will find you a place to stand and I will have your hand

Yesterday is dead; no more tears shall be shed
Abandon that past dread
The ink is being shed
Your new chapters wont go unread
Don’t look back, but look ahead.