Aug 2016

Waiting Over the Shoulder of Above

Waiting over the shoulder of above

Waiting Over the Shoulder of Above

If a bird could turn his head in flight
His gaze would linger upon your soul
Conflict in flight along side and beautify
Of the adventure you pace for me
Though, disguised laughter shows some interest
The silence is the usual, despite no longer viewing
If your hair could paint the works I've made
In remembrance of your wanders half clothed
Now, the head of plight , no longer seen, becomes a cloud
As if it were one, to watch over me
In same sky that we wait for darkness and stars
Along the witnessing of idiots pretending
To be nothing that they are in front of eyes
That are of the wise child in her father's place
I think of you, for she is in my heart
Despite the same that bombarded her mother
Of just a male friend having fun with life
That bird, to look backward from behind
At what is coming and never what is gone
As I wonder if you are the right one or one more lesson
For on my way, always on my way and too long
Since I've been held accept for one night in
Those three years since, I've held at least you
Once for three times while a war came
Inside you of whether to be upon me
Or a rough painting hinting of an image I once
Saw of you with your hair down aware
I was watching you cool down there
Then gone on fabric such memories
And I flirted with you in a text
That you never answer any questions accept
The lughter reflecting your blush and
Request for just one more word

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Kindling

Kindling


Kindling

If I stayed too far away in just a few minutes
To travel next to you and fewer still to write
Why is it not enough as expected
As I contemplate all your work and move myself faster
I do not know if to ever have a lover
Or just dream awhile when I make friends
Could it be that only some of you gives me
Pheromones to take home with my thoughts
And that part of you is kept away when I am
Anywhere to sense a closeness or
Smell the night all by myself, alone
Would I even care that I whine here
After a weekend with other friends and other wines
I enjoyed two minutes on a swing under a moon
That you are probably watching when I am
A quiet fire as it rose about the lands of foreign
Reminding me of my alien stature, here on
Planet full of water that I emulate
A feeling in the silence and louder stars
It does not matter for I am deserving of
And I remember to have no interest or settle
In other company that is nothing like my warmth
I feel the honey in my blood that only glows
With other honey in anyone I'd hold
And instead was listening to the strangers whine
Because someone they knew did not bow
Thinking this land of dominant white, would agree
Yet, I am known to be clear I do not
Is there me of the you-s inside you that
Could claim they want to know me more
Convincing all your separateness to
Get together over me, or the chance
Of such a friendship I carry in my honey

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On Our Way to Holding Hands

On Our Way to Holding Hands


On Our Way to Holding Hands

With roles fallen, the bloom has surprised
As tree and garden reach for me
When I began such a forward dace
That caused eyes in, then avoidance of eyes
After expressions of fear of closeness
Then eyes again as determination to be
This same vulnerability I present
Where do I sit in this beginning of kindness
And curiosity as you reveal a lot of yourself
Willingly now, with full awareness of
Any view you may bring upon accident
Maybe in an indulgence of information gaining
That you'd gather from anyone with new
Conscious of what you've been after
To flourish in your own land's potential
You've appreciated my skill to retreat when
Parts of you surfaced or erupted that
You find your own heart terrified to exist
While you gain strength in the why
And seek solitude to consult your minds
You braved forward toward my understanding
With the hope that we'll never speak such words
As your thoughts are loud with wishes
To discuss with all of you in
For my, or in my, wisdom of an open heart
Of mine I have begun to show in letters
I posted for everyone to touch my secrets
Yet with the words that have revealed
Nothing but, into your understanding of
Clues, and the others only see
What they feel in their own reflections, as you
Know the power of reading me even
More open than any one else could touch
Satisfied in learning me, without awaking a monster

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What am I Counting

What am I asking


What Am I Counting

How calm and unfelt upon, is the splitting
I'm presented with each allotted space
Will there be a party in my favor
To be met after midnight in his arms
Many as it would be, to hold me
Or will my travels become the end
As I drive off into another lot
Will it be easier to take him into me
If I call upon him after I've left
The silence unbearable and too much
To count on my own without real
I trust the energy I read, yet
I am flesh and want flesh in return
When urgency, he looks into my eyes
And when the battle deflates, he leaves
Where is the man that held me for a kiss
That never met the lips upon me
As I requested to be slow
Into too much slow, into non-existence
I've waited there, here, on some dream
Visitations too few to remember felt
Was it only my imagination that you, he
Fixed your flaws for me to see, instead
Of any apology, knowing my desire
Or were you reading me in silence
I am done with all the secret feelings
As I analyze and mark whom I've
Risen above, because I leap and leap
What was your description among
As I decide whether you are speaking
Enough of the guessing, write and speak
With the voice that has been luring me
Hold me with the pheromones screaming
For the embrace so deep you never left

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