He Liked the Idea of Me

He liked the idea of me,
the dream
the soft skin and brown eyes,
only his to see

He liked the idea of me,
more than my dreams,
the soft skin and brown eyes
locked in a golden clock
only his to hear

He liked the idea of me,
less than his dreams,
on stage every night,
for everyone to see.

He lost the idea of me,
no more dreams
the soft skin and brown eyes
flew away
beyond his reach

I like the idea of him,
in my dreams.
But the soft skin and green eyes
are nowhere to be seen...

Endless Vine

It’s just a fantasy,
It’s just a dream;
having you, kissing me,
holding on tight,
like you’ve never stopped before.

Your hands trail the back of my mind,
you whisper your secrets,
twirled in an endless vine.

I cry but I choke on my own smoke,
for these wounds they won’t heal,
while your sway is a two-way street,
and your love is lost forever.

I never forgot your devilish laugh,
like a forgotten hiccup,
of days past fast.

Your fingers feel like ghosts on these cold nights,
when I need you the most,
I had said no more--
now I’m begging for more;
why aren’t you near?

It’s just a fantasy,
It’s just a dream;
I have you,
you kiss me,
I never said goodbye--
You never stopped loving me.

TLK

TLK

Kiss me, mi’lady,
let the kiss be the cause
of the years
of the days
we’ll have for us.

Kiss me, mi’lady,
let the poison be the season
for the hardships
for the rain
we’ll stray for us.

Truthfully you are mine;
Like a flower bend to its twine;
Kiss me, mi’lady and…

Tomorrow we’ll have for us;
Let the kiss be the deciding cause;
Kiss me, mi’lady and…

True Love’s Kiss shall be ours!

Spoke in the Wheel

Spoke in the Wheel

He’ll go on pretending,
like he’s not a spoke in her wheel,
the fish on the line.

She’ll call a spade a spade,
with the love of a nun,
the soul of a maid.

The sun will come up,
showing its russet wings.
The eloquence by which she speaks,
layers of a farce,
wrapped up in shame--
or maybe grief?

The earth will cast its virginal son,
with the eyes of a priest,
the sin of the Lord.

No matter what you call yourself now;
you’ll always be the spoke in her wheel,
the fish on the line. 

Burn

Burn

I want us to stay like this forever:
young and reckless,
with no scars, no pain,
in my room. 

I need you to stay in here forever,
while I’m your only center.

My hands burn with your every touch--
yet, I do not crave the ice
with its coolness, its steadiness.
And not for years will I.

Until there are only traces of what you’ve used
Only scars and immense pain
I’ll remember the days I wished you’d remember too

Not after…

                     Never after….

                                               The burn.

Noticed

Noticed

‘’I just want to be noticed!’’
His eyes shift uneasily across her silhouette;
‘’She’ll find out I’m simple.’’
His Index crosses his Middle,
as he shoves them into his pocket.  

His eyes inflame the corners of her lips,
‘’Shifty’s staring again…’’
No need to look up to find out who she meant.
‘’What a waste of space. ‘’
The hierarchy is wrong but set in stone;
the voices that don’t matter at all.

‘’Only so-so.’’

Four years later they’ll meet again,

her eyes will find his amongst the graveyard shift.
Her smile will be charged;
his presence will linger.

‘’Only not so-so.’’

She has her hands in her pocket.
She’s crossing her fingers.

‘’I just want to be noticed!’’