unabashed, ok not really,
  that I lied to her,
but with no bad intent,
******, I lied again.

I exactly meant what  I professed to her
alone in the woods, after we both drunk too much.
I swear.

I tripped over my tongue again,
I see, But, 'tween Led Zeppelin and
the hood of my Old's Cutlass

between here and there was true words,
that lifted her skirt
I smile, innocently.

in the midst of real life we scream our most desperate
dreams and passions on white screens
with pens as instruments our symbolisms
remain and you and I
look for rhythm within
or ups and downs
and you and I
are lost between the dark and the mornings
like ships not knowing
where there is any port like the white between
      innocent lines
         of life
         is meant
fact
without an audience
we listen.

confused by how she kissed my girlfriend
so I left them alone for ten minutes to give them space to explore
and sat at my computer playin'
Star Wars
Not a jealous *****
I thought, not could they ever break it
cause ****** I **** sure had tried.
The problem came four hours later when
they left smiling, arm in arm.

Beauty mine eyes had seen or did they have a relevance
to compare to?
I thought innocence and peace and flowery *******
  were comparative.
Then I met,
    you and your fiery eyes and hair so red,
riding upon a dream.
     To me, an epiphany appeared, that without compare, I
had been mislead throughout my days,
    by myself. And gathered all my senses
up on my hill
      to recall if ever I had seen
a coming or daybreak or destiny as beautiful.
    With numbers , I stammered adding one and one...
came up repeatedly
        with you.

I have gone unnoticed
    since that day of imagining
you
      on my black satin sheets
on the fourth of July last year
     so now at Christmas
I made from memory
   a stocking that hangs black over my empty bed
a canopy.
          Now I sleep on the love seat.
Was, hoping Santa
             would bring me you.

gathered tense on a cliff of realism as I tried so hard to make you three
dimensional
and I fell again into dreams
drug delusional
and saw
that's why you weren't here.

shivered on the side of I-75 in the middle of nowhere
awaiting anything or anyone to listen
to our suffering, to warm our souls.

For, we had taken the road less travelled, and grew ourselves
an outside tough, we listened only to ancient words and hummed
and never gave a sip of life that had not been written down by an ancient
genius,
nor ever looked up to see besides the imagining
we lived.
And met you, I did, while reading, EE Cummings
you  had Emerson open.

three words
infinite syllables
metaphorically
might be more on the first night.

I analogize triangles to find a hypotenuse
of you on my graphs.

And trilogize developed from mystery
colors of you way more intense than what is
created with just primary colors.

I have you glowing like rainbows in my dreams.

Have a synonym of you in reality.

Like a diamond glow I have you as
cut perfect...
clarity of ecstasy...
color of love...