shaking my head
at the numbers
of possibilities
ways and means
not to be alone
you lay there
pathetic soldier
my bed you’ve slept
and i’m still
dirty within you
noalone
Song from 'Indian Queen Opera'
Song from ‘Indian Queen Opera’
I attempt from love’s sickness to fly in vain. Since I am myself my own fever, my own fever and pain. No more now no more now fond heart, with pride should we swell, thou canst not raise forces enough to rebel, I attempt from love’s sickness…. For love has more power [...]
when i could
I came
for you when I could
massaged your
timeworn feet
disfigured cold
you understood
you were my smart
smarter than me
103 wrinkles
one for each
long
cruel year
but still
coffees convertibles
poetry and cholastames
you made me happy
happier than I’d been
protector
calmer of
fear
and still
witnessed the titanic
radio’s and mail
you were my wit
much wittier than I
I came for you when I could
loved you. my whole heart
disassemble
~for LN
a skin
aches
in need
will you
wrap yourself
around
and smother
bear it
something different
She wanted
something different.
Not me.
I know.
can’t fit me into easy, proper, pictures
white ideals
love refuses to be boxed
it spills, gushes and
strips us all down.
making us all look bad
God let me heal
as i lean up against
a brand new idea
that i’m all right
that my loves are perfect
big and bold
and of the light
Untitled
perfect moments never come. what is love anyway…but that thing you can’t control. like waiting in line for my coffee. almost out the door. butterflies maybe. I don’t love you. I can’t love you. you snagged my heart some imperfect moment when i wasn’t looking. keep telling myself i don’t [...]
