As you’re lying there,
inches apart,
face to face with me and still in his arms
I wonder,
would it hurt you to just scoot over,
would it hurt you to be someone I wouldn’t have to loose for closure.

Yet you stay,
positioned strictly,
and I feel I miss you,
the second my thoughts become sickly.

Growing by the hour,
Smelling like heaven came true.
Love is like a flower,
Flowers I'd give to you.

But I loved a flower so much,
I forgot to care for my own.
Dreamed about its perfect petals,
While mine rotted all alone.

And he ponders
Day and night
About the meaning of life

Is it to chase happiness?
Study well, become a doctor,
Marry the woman of your dreams?
To care for your very own daughter,
And sow the next set of seeds?

Is it to fulfill your desires?
Sail the roaring seas, conquer every peaks,
Drive the world on your very own tires?
To find the peace you've always seeked,
What more could one man aspire?

Maybe the path is carved already,
Or maybe it isn't.
He has no way to know, really,
Other than to just keep livin'.

Maybe one day he'll find out,
Or maybe he'll never.
Maybe, that's the beauty,
Of forever.

Let's just say
I opened my heart
I would smell the anxiety
Fear
Love
Pain

But I wonder
If anyone else would
But I think not
Because when it was closed
No one cared
Or wondered what's really going on in there

So now what now?
It just gets hurt more easily?
I don't need any more of that

I stitch it back up
Now the air smells of nothing important
Fake smiles
"I'm okay"'s
Covered up opinions
Feelings
Screams

I guess it's better that way

Today I will hang my winter curtains
thick and soft as a cat's full belly,
December throw your gauntlet
full blast the rain, the wind can roar
they will not step inside my door,
for every sound becomes a purr
when I have donned my seasonal fur

true love is like a statue it can never fly away
it is there for ever and forever it will stay
always in your heart there inside of you
for eternity for your whole life through

it will never leave or ever fly away
just  like a statue it is there to stay
for ever it will stay within the heart of you
stay forever real and forever true

when does the poem end?


creation is never ending,
the earth is endlessly morphing

but you lean back and say
enough
not because the poem
is finished,
for it is never finished,
because an exhalation feels
satisfying, releasing

but the poem never ends,
nor does the need to

exhale

not with the final .


the next poem is

but a

continuation

of the previous poem;

a continuation

of you~poem,

inhaling

and

exhaling

& morphing.

Sat Jan 7
7:57am