I want to taste your constellations
Freckling your galaxy
I want to feel
Your sunburst kiss.
Guide my hands
Around your orbit
Where I can drift
For eternity.
I am your satellite.
Your daybreak smile
Constantly in my head
Running revolutions
During my day.
I could get lost
In your cosmic gaze.

We stood there
As steady as willows
The wind howling
And tears streaming
You confessing
You kissed him
My heart breaking
His lips caressing
Your rose petals
Some hard as a rock ****
His body better suited
At shielding yours
From the tormenting stares
Of disbelieving onlookers
And all was silent
Except for the cracking
Splintering of my heart
Like a hundred year old oak
Fighting its last storm.
And so I ask you
Is his hands better suited
At caressing
Tressing your hair?
Is his body better suited
To form to yours at night,
When the storm bellows
And you can't hide?
Is his lips better suited
To kiss yours goodbye
As sweet as sunshine
Promising better when
The morning comes
And those same lips
That kissed your betrayal
The night before
Return with a love anew?
Tell me, is his name
As sweet-sounding
As mine was
When he says he loves you
And you return it,
Making the statement his
Repeating his name
Again and again and again
Until it becomes tattooed on your tongue?
Tell me this,
And I'll disappear
Just like the storms you hid from
Each night
I held you closer
And I'll disappear
When the sun arrives
When he arrives
And there will be storms no more.

She fell in love so easily,
She fell in love so fast.
And I, well I took my time
In fear I would relapse.
But her love was unlike any other,
Her love was like the sun.
So warm and comforting I found myself
Wishing she were the one.
But my mind is screaming "Hey! Hold on!"
My mind is saying "Be cool."
It's hard enough to fall for someone
Without ending up the fool.
And so I love her from a distance
I love her with a cautious hand,
She's the fire I want to touch,
But will not get burned again.

It's different here,
Being in a new city.
Not many people know my name,
Less know my face.
It's raining tonight
And the window's open
And I like to listen.
The traffic has died down some
But the constant roar
Of plane engines ensue through the mild darkness.
No one's home
And that's alright
Sometimes I like to just sit by myself
And think.
I wonder what you're up to tonight
I wonder if you still take as long
To hop in the shower
As when you did
When I was sitting in your bed
Waiting for you
Or if you simply go right in
With no procrastination.
I wonder what song you'll sing
If no one is there to hear it
And that's kind of terribly sad to think about
Because I know how
Your smile creeps up on your lips
When you do say the words.
It's such a beautiful thing to experience.
Sometimes in the lulls of our conversations
I immerse myself in the thoughts of if you really like me
Or think I'm too intense
Because I know I am
And I don't want you to be thrown off by it
I know you think it comes off
As if you aren't reciprocating and
It's not that I think that
It's just that that's my worst fear
Because rejection is immensely painful
Especially from somebody
I'm so intense about.
So while you're washing off the long languidness of today
And I'm laying in bed
Waiting for your reply
I'll listen to the engines roar
Thousands of feet above me
And you as you sing a song
No one's ears will hear.

You are an island
and I am the sea,
but somehow, ironically,
I am enveloped in thee.

Who am I?
And who are you?
And how did it end up
Just us two?

Why you are you,
And I am me,              
And it seems like this    
'Tis but a dream.

So tell me then,
O wise Supreme
If 'tis but a dream,
Then where are we?
                  
Well, don't ask me,
I am not the maker.
'Tis your dream sir,
And you are Its creator.

Well certainly if
That was true,
I'd at least pick someone more
Knowing than you.

Oh sir, you jest!
You comical fellow
But can you make sense
of what you don't know?

Oh, you talk nonsense,
An amicable Fortunato!
Just tell me where the devil
We are stowed?

Ahh, yes perhaps my lips would be more willing
With a bottle of Amontillado, yes.
To be blunt with you sir,
We are simply dead.

Simply dead, are you mad?
That can't possibly be right!
Fie! Fie! I can't think,            
What a ****** night!
                                                          ­
****** night indeed my fellow man
For you stumbled out the tavern
And into my hands.
'Tis alright good fellow, no fretting now,
For 'tis almost time, any moment now.

Time, sir?
What could you possibly mean?
Time for what?

Time for whom.

What the devil do you mean?

Aye sir, you know very well
That time is a valuable thing,
And it seems

It seems?

That your time has tinged.

Tinged?

Indeed.

But you said 'tis a dream!

*Indeed, I did, and what a pity
It has become, 'tis but a dream      
You will never wake up from.

Tonight was quiet and cold

Like the first time

My mom and I got in a fight

And I sprinted out the door

Like a startled deer

Into the woods.

I crashed my way through the brush

Through thickets and slick mud

My ill-equpped, sneaker-enveloped feet

The only noise to be heard

Aside from my heaving.

I was not a natural soul.

I did not belong

With the branches and leaves.

If any life was there with me

It was startled away by my alien clamour.

I came home after dark

With raw, red knuckles

And a frigid pallor.

She did not wait up for me.

I was cold and quiet

Just like tonight.

And so was the storm

That washed away

My misplaced tracks.

And even though

Ten years have passed,

And those same trees

That watched over me

Like admiring parents

Are no longer here,

Tonight is the same

Measure of that icy solidarity.

For even though I am

Surrounded by life and lives

I am alone

In my room

Cold
And quiet.