The Deerfield keeps me. My eyes follow the treeline testing my wit, tossing new exemplary corybantic lights. They zoom around me in hurried whirling motion. Then you appear. You can have my moon and my planets, my stars, and I haven't even spoken yet. In the midst of an earnest offering to the first of three heavy drinking boisterous uneasy types. I tell the stranger I'll drive him the, but what- .2 miles to his home- and your light exaserbates my speech.

Maybe you thought I'd go for your nose, but I'm after your breath. Rightly so, too many men have squandered much of the joy from being superfluously strangely with strangers. The drunk party exits screen left, and a new character, a Kennedy evolves from the shadows.

[This is where you begin conducting]

My thoughts brim with colors, patterns, shades, and hues. I paused to take in these profound chakras I thought had become the desiccate dusty footprints, walking around Foley's pond trying to find the best fishing hole through the rough and tangled undergrowth that consumed those hours of my life.

Your writing is far better than mine was at your age.
There is depth and richness in the vocabulary you choose.
Let me kidnap you for a day, present you with the places I like to let
My eyes gaze upon. Between the thatchwork of black and white and gray.

Where are my hands? The Earth is at my back, she begs me
To pry further, to know better the rejuvenating handy-work she
Has laid before me, and the noncom I mustn't reject either.

I cannot sleep. I wouldn't want to sleep if I could. I would reject it as I am. Drive until daylight casts morning into memory, I would recreate another
Fifty of exceptionally raw and indulgent exchanges. This is before the questions begin.

I inquiry myself to draw your story through the sparseness of details I ferociously gobbled up with excitement and profound wonder. I am absent in my own hours, and  yet there is frothy balance, no bedevilments of the flesh, but even so we are only the skin and bone and makings of human. I commit to protect you from harm and show you beauty and humor amidst the chaos and crisis of life's evolution. It is your excruciating curiosity and lack of fear that draws me ever more near.

Let me ask what your heart truly desires.

A question you've never been asked.

Take a minute, don’t rush your answer.

I can wait forever if you can't.

But all I want to know,

one thing before I go,

is,

can you see me in your future?

Sharing things you've never shared before?

Loving like you’ll never love again?

Wanting like you've never wanted more?

Can you see me in your future?

Selfish me, wanting all your answers,

desires you've hid away from the world,

a world where you feel all alone.

But even though you've sealed your heart up tight,

locked the doors and threw away the keys,

still I’ll ask you,

can you see me in your future?

Even with my own battered heart,

shattered from several tossed remarks,

I ask, will I be enough?

Enough to start your heart again?

To unlock your doors and open wide,

the heart you hide away inside?

What could it hurt?

The thought of you and I?

Because for me,

I can see you in my future.

You are beautiful
The way you smile at me
With eyes glistening.

Time have stopped for her
Until he came
It was then when her time ticked again


Then little by little she started moving
and with those movements
little by little she started growing


the time spent with him
made it possible for her to again
little by little started living


Every moment with him made her
little by little started enjoying
It made her realize, that for him
little by little she started caring


More time passed, then she knew
little by little,.. no..
more and more she started loving

More and more she started knowing
about the person that made her life worth living

More and more of him she wanted having
So more and more of him she kept asking

She loved him and He loves her
So more and more of him he kept giving

But the cycle of asking and giving did not cease

So the more and more she kept having,
The more and more of him he kept losing

It was late when they realized,
little by little his time was ending


Little by little he lost his sight
More and more she saw his plight

Little by little he couldn't feel
More and more she prayed for him to heal

Little by little that he couldn't hear
More and more she whispered in his ear,
"I love you with everything I have, everything I am, and everything I'll ever be                       my dear"

Little by little he was suffering
More and more she kept hurting

Little by little that the time kept moving
More and more his end is nearing

And

Little by little he stopped breathing
More and more she knew it was coming

More and more his life was leaving
little by little he stopped moving

And when he met with his ending
His clock also stopped working.

Time had stopped for her, but he made it move.
Now time had stopped for him,
and there is nothing she can do...

I will not go into Kmart now,
Because you work there,

I want to go to Kmart,
And be an ******* to you,
like you were to me,

I will not go into Kmart,
Because you work there,

Maybe I should go to Kmart,
And maybe I should Get a job there too!

I will not go in Kmart,
Because you work there,

Maybe I'll go with my new boy,
and he doesn't beat me like someone did,

I will go in Kmart,
Because YOU work there now.

I'll make out with my new boy,
While you watch and check our order out.

my walls
crumbling down
my reservations
fading
my guards
dismantling.

I can feel
my heart
my mind
my body
my soul
opening up
for you.

I ask myself whether
this is good or bad.

I feel terrified
I am terrified

Of what I feel
For you.

I scream
you hit
i speak
you burn
i cry
you cut
i go dark
you kick

I leave
you beg
once
twice
thrice
you stay the same
i cannot stay beside you
i cannot lay next you
Anymore.

Eyes of glass and body of stone
Your arms have become my home.

But I've never blushed easily
And your touch engines the blood beneath my cheeks so relentlessly.