December 9 I’d like to steal words from Byron, Lermontov, Wordsworth, Longfellow,Because I’m certain they’ve written how I feel about you.But they couldn’t have.No one has ever captured how I feel today.No woman has ever loved a man before.I’m certain of it.And if they had, they couldn’t have written the perfect wordsSo overwhelmed by this…
December 9 I remember what it feels when you touch me.Just holding your hand of course is like a baffled comforter in a cold room.And when you console me to make it all better arms around me in your kitchen, so perfect that I can’t be so close to you. Not then. It takes my…
December 7 If I drive the getaway carWill I get to stay at the hideout?We’d have to lay low alone,With no one aroundAnd no place to go.How could we find a wayTo spend our time. If I stay at the hideoutWill I get to meetup at the rendezvous?Or will I raise suspicion with my sunlit…
December 5 Dive deep with meAnd see what we findDescribe it, and decideWhether we want to keepThe treasures of the deepOr discard them lest they cause discord on the surface.Dive deep with meand protect meFrom what I might findOr more likely from myself,My neglect, my misjudgment.Dive deep I’d like to be your magic.Whatever happens with…
I don’t know how I’ll sleep in a bedWith a man who tangles up with meWhen I stretch and I kick and I wiggleLike I’m three to find the best spot And satisfy me But I guess I will learnQuickly and howBecause to tangle with youIs great my dream
The alpha and the omega Of all my love and truthI trust you as I shouldn’t If should were a thingWhich it isn’t Because if it were I shouldn’t give you all of my heartPeeled, naked and unprotected Waiting for you to squeeze and judge whether I am ripeFor your love.
When you need a friend to hear you, I’m here with an open heart. Ready to know and share your sadness, pride, anger and joy, your fears and hopes alike. When you need your missing piece, I’m here with an open heart. Ready to be full and complete, with my broken parts revealed by your…
December 3 The alpha and the omegaOf all my love and truthI trust you as I shouldn’tIf should were a thingWhich it isn’tBecause if it wereI shouldn’t give you all of my heartPeeled, naked and unprotectedWaiting for you to squeeze and judge whether I am ripeFor your live.
December 3 I don’t know how I’ll sleep in a bedWith a man who tangles up with meWhen I stretch and I kick and I wiggleLike I’m three to find the best spotAnd satisfy meBut I guess I will learnQuickly and howBecause to tangle with youIs great my dream
December 1 Tragedy, romancePoetry, absurdityEarly, lateSilly, important.Unimaginative peopleDefine the markers of a spectrumFrom this to thatOpposites barricading time and spaceSeparating one existence from another.But they’re just the same.Can’t you see?Each one defines a truthThat you can only seeThe duality of eachIf you pay attentionEspecially when it’s too lateTo think clearly.And your poetry seems absurd. The…