Under a Willow

Wind and leaves
larks nesting in the trees,
paint a picture for me?

Of course I will.

In the world in which we live
it's not rare to find someone who's afraid of the unknown
just as much as I am,
but it is to find a Shore fan among them.

Over mutual fears,
figurative and not so figurative leaps and jumps,
stories of scars,
and accompanying satisfied sniffs,
two strangers found comfort through words on a screen.

I've been waiting for my next muse.
Paint a picture?
Of course I will.
It's the least I can do.
Just for a night.
Goodnight.

For You Friends

A cow and Chewie walk into a bar, what walks out?

......a yak
(Ba dum pah)

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

I hope I cross your mind
while you're floating in the Dead Sea.
Buoyant and stable on waters
just as salty and bitter as your memories of me.

A million miles away,
I'm sitting in the rain.
Talking to black skies,
the only thing that's still wrapped around me and you.

Words whispered into the night,
asking for another try,
you're half way around the world
in the heartland of prayer.
Can you hear mine tonight?

Eye Smiles. What did you see?

I remember those eyes smiling at me.
Staring up at me through those long beautiful lashes of yours,
face half hidden by the arm of the couch.
I couldn't see the smile peaking through your lips but the smile in your eyes had me transfixed.
Still,
It was the most beautiful eye smile I'd ever seen.

I didn't know what to think of you.
You were staring at me,
really looking at me,
seeing me.
Seeing past the good looks, the green eyes, a daring smile.
You roused confusion, apprehension, and intrigue like nothing that I'd experienced and have yet to experience again.

As apprehensive as I was,
I wanted those dark beautiful eyes to see me forever.
To look at me and stare me straight in the soul,
Because in that moment,
everything in me softened,
the rest of the world fell away,
my heart was naked
and I'd never felt so free.

I wanted so badly to kiss you.
That being said,
I must admit that I was certainly much too inebriated.
Still, a certain instinctual urge inside of me wanted to pull you close
and take what I wanted.
But I couldn't.
And I wouldn't.

You were different.
And a part of me responsible for self control suddenly grew a backbone stronger than I can explain.
I had to wait.
You were worth the wait.
Knowing at the time,
that there was a very large cloud of uncertainty surrounding the actualization of a future with such a beautiful woman come morning,
I would still wait.
A woman with eyes like those
that was capable of seeing me so
would be worth every second.

Actually,
It was probably only a few seconds that you stared up at me behind the arm of that couch,
But I see it all over and over again in my dreams
both sleeping and awake,
I swear it feels like hours.

Still,
It doesn't matter how long you stared,
how long I stared,
how long we stared.
Because in those few seconds, minutes, hours
I suddenly wanted to become a better man.

I'm well aware of how cheesy and cliche that sounds
and as I write this,
I hate that I can't find better words
because it truly is both cheesy and cliche.
But it's also the absolute truth.

I'd always wondered if declarations like that were true
Or if they were just the go-to cheeseball line for every popular romantic comedy to come out of Hollywood.
Oh the irony.

Nonetheless, I swear,
That night I wanted to kiss you,
feel your lips on mine,
but the thought of you closing those beautiful eyes
and stealing such an intimate physical moment from your breath seemed so wrong.
You were meant to be so much more than a drunken kiss.

Thus,
I kissed your hand and whispered you good night instead.
And as I lay down to sleep,
knowing that you were laying not more than two feet from me
I swear I stopped breathing.
And when breath finally found its way back into my lungs,
a million little fluttering sensations filled every ounce of my core.

This went on for some time,
my mind reeling
until the very moment when sleep consumed me.
Even then,
through the entire night,
I dreamt of those eyes
and the man I wanted you to see that I could be.

I Beg You to Make Sense of This

Do you still love me?
Now that you're gone?
Now, that I have a handle on,
the anger that scared you away?
Away from our perfect love?

Tink, tink
tick, tick, tick.
Tink, tink
tick, tick, tick.

I hear your heart repair itself,
and time pass as you move on.

Tink, tink, tink
tick tick.
Tink, tink, tink,
tick, tick.

You're in my veins
turning red blood into blue
bruising the envy that once kept me afloat.
Cause black blood's meant to flow through me.

But still my heart was,
once buoyant.
Buoyant just for you.

So,
I'll say sorry,
Sorry like the angel
I was good at pretending to be.

Though,
I know it's too late,
cause you have a sweet disposition
that's more honest than me and you.

Still,
I can't help hoping that
it dissolves the pain
of every mile that's been placed between us.

For every breath that's been breathed
waiting for you,
Fly.
Fly, so I can feel you.
Fly.
I need to feel you,
cause my heart's still broken.

On my knees now.
Not figuratively,
for the sake of a nice little poem
slopped onto a page.

I'm truly
writing this on my knees
still waiting for you,
cause you're the only one that I want.

And the dragonflies inside my head
won't let me move
till your hearts been joined with mine.

Leave the past behind,
let me always be yours.
Now it's yours

Absolute Value of X

Thunder claps in the desert,
and I smell your perfume.
Tip-taps on my shoulder
the rain carries me through
a maze of parched memories,
once more, now, in bloom.
Brings you back to my life,
as our laughs fill the room.

These walls echo a time
when love was still new,
rainy days spent in pj's
watching movies with you.
A gift from the heavens
we lay there all day.
Wouldn't move from that bed
'till the skies turned to blue.

Eyes spent more time closed
than glued to the screen.
Your lips pressed tight to mine
our feet tangled in sheets.
Rain poured down like magic
brought a chill to the air
in need of relief by
blankets warmed up by two.