roses are red
your lips are blue
i hope you like these flowers
because they're for you.
they say you can't hear me
but i don't care
because deep inside
i know you're there.
your skin is pale
and the machines beep
but i know your heart
is mine to keep.
the line is about to go flat
please don't go
you're the one i call home
the only one i know.
your heart isn't beating now
your skin is cold
there goes my dreams
of us growing old.
these roses are red
but my heart is blue
and you left me now
and i miss you.

Black coffee, closed book, no mystery.
She is defined.
A word in the dictionary with one line.
One tense.
One meaning.
She is the word you must look up to understand
But once you do.
You know her.
Like the north star you know her.
Why she shines, where she is.
Why she cries and who she smiles for.
Perhaps one day
Someone will look her up.
And make an honest woman out of her.
But until then she is nothing but black coffee, closed books.
And mystery.

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares -
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?

Feeling is so crucial.
Our first real sense.
In the mental and the physical sense.
As I feel your arms around me, I feel safe.
As you feel me so close to you, I don't know what you feel.
Do you feel?
Are you capable?
Or is it a skill only I possess.
It feels more like a curse.
It feels like one. But it isn't.
Can you feel this? Or this?
I know you can feel it physically.
The look on your face tells me how much you can feel it.
How much you enjoy it.
But can you feel it?
In your head? In your heart? In your soul?
My mind would be at ease,
If I knew you felt something
Underneath your flawless skin.
If you had intangible feelings
As well as ones that occur
When I caress the curves of your body.
I hope I'm wrong about you.
Your feelings and intentions.
I hope you do have them, and good ones at that.
To feel is a wonderful thing.
It holds so much significance in our lives.
Obviously more in mine than yours.
And for that, I feel so used.

Grabbing at skin and hair and eyes,
Holding tight to teeth and lips and tongue,
Wrapping around each and every breath,
Wrestling to the ground,
Skin upon skin,
Fighting flailing arms and legs,
Giving in to swirling soul,
Spinning round and round,
Moving about us,
Golden light surrounds me,
Chasing and capturing distant dreams,
I'm some other world,
I'm someplace else,
I draw back for a simple second,
And breathe you in,
Then jump into you, once more,
Embraced, I feel welcomed,
The longest slow kiss in history,
I become you,
Then I collapse,
Falling into you,
Falling and falling,
Becoming the love I've always wanted,
Embraced and enamored,
Recognized and accepted,
I fall off the edge of the world.