Not quite yet

Just when you're convinced it's impossible to see the
upside of a penny you found walking because your
sadness has grabbed hold like a vice and refused
to let go for even a second-something inside of
you breaks into smile, suggesting that perhaps
nothing is impossible in this life
anymore...

I wonder the same thing.

Lets pretend that this page is more like
our private room where we're in the most
vulnerable state we can be in private--while
each of us bares our nakedness to the other.

Yes, that is what we should do now,
only first we should read again this letter's
upside of what I'm saying to you...

Notes from the fridge

Discover romance
between each language-
write,
explore,
inspire.
Speak no fiction,
question wisdom
from a villain.
Whisper of desire.
Excite people.
Turn fear
into beautiful mystery
that cracks every new day
in a strange, happy world.

I won't go far

In the silence you left me in that day
was a song you said would put some
words back in your mouth.
Oddly enough I found the comfort
I needed at that moment
from all your old letters you wrote.
Each one was so beautifully written
and meaningful on its own-
but when I read them together
they created something much more-
a story I had never noticed before
of a girl who met a boy with a note,
circled yes and filled his heart pink-
painting a smile on his face
brighter than words ever could.

Still waiting for the doctor

Could I really expect to sleep
without seeing you say goodnight?
Totally alone here in my cave
missing my favorite window,
where even my thoughts ignore me
and speak only to each other.
Your smile haunts the darkness
I'm left completely naked in.
Touch the pillow with a hand
pretend it's the face so calm-
so happy to finally be home,
move two fingers over ridges
that would otherwise be lips
while my own whisper things.
Is it that unreal, really,
this secret recipe we hide from most-
or is it rising in a kitchen
beaten by a flour-fight
and settled in another room
two doors down from forever...

To those who wait

Nearly slept beside you tonight
I wanted to-
You have no idea how bad
I wanted to-
just knew it wasn't time.

Wanted so badly to ask to
please be careful with my pen,
not regret my glass of red wine
or it's contents I pour for you,
to cling to your cross
when your way seems unlikely-
I just couldn't find the keys
to unlock my courage.

So I ask you now
for once chance
to write for you forever
beyond heaven and hell
and every flower between.

So how about you?

The minute she stopped fighting-
everything changed.
It could almost be said that
we fell in love that day.
Only by actually reaching inside
and massaging my heart
with her angelic hands
could she ever touch me
more deeply.
I have never followed the lord
and though I may not still
I will forever thank God
for that one percent.

No older than 13

It's been said
better to have loved
and lost
than never to have
loved at all,
but what is it
to have loved
without the opportunity?
To not wipe away tears,
beg forgiveness,
lay beside such beauty
you smile through sleep,
all while knowing
only two ticking hands
keep you away
from true romance.

Want to touch your arm
yell tag you're it
and run away,
kiss you-
over and over-
while I rinse the shampoo
and the water runs
down your face,
tell you everything
I'm so scared to.

Think it is better-
blueberry season
is coming soon
with the pollen,
and you can never
like blueberries
too much.

Flying

I have no fear
for potential words,
what might come,
what might not,
of freaking out.
You hold me
so safely
I can't worry
I'll be dropped.
Not sure when
I fell
or how far,
but I'm certain
of the why
and how long
I intend to
remain there.

Hope I'm not waking you up

This is when it gets hard
when the lion is stung
one too many times
from playing with bees.
The pain is so pleasureful
he can't resist another kiss
and another
until the eight or nine
extend beyond the fear of ten.

Tell me you will see me...
I will
I have to.
Always call me all those
sweet things in one
that sound so perfectly
terrifyingly beautiful-
and that tell me what
you refuse to say.

Kiss me goodnight
and sting me again
one more time.

Twice nice

We were so different
you and I
and I remember
wishing you the worst-
it devastates me now
to think of.

So funny how life
can rebound
and then fall
leaving much worse-
crushing everyone
who loves you.

I'm still angry inside.
I hate that you
took so long
to come around
to seem human
even lovable.

It's not your lack
of tears that hurts
it's the realness of hers-
unimaginable for me
who hides from such
emotional addiction
for this very thing.

I will try to learn
whatever I can
from this,
you,
to smile when
I think of yours.

On your burgundy pillow

You laugh when I ask you
not to point me to the roof.
It's a place that is hard
for me to comeback from
that keeps me away
from seeing into your heart.

You would tie me to this
kitchen chair if you could
but I already am bound
by each fingertip-
blue or not.

And as much as I know
you hate it
I can't apologize
because I find no fault
in wanting to see you
when I can't.

I know you understand.
Between all the laughing
the water is calmer
when you smile back
while I peak in
to catch a glimpse.

I feel you doubt less,
still struggling a bit,
but wanting more
to believe this blueberry
is not rotten as the others
you have tasted before.

Maybe the next time
I ask you that question
you will not say nie,
nor yes,
not even maybe,
you'll just show me...

Hold it

There's a window for you
beside my bed
where you can catch
birds all day
searching for a moment
to keep forever.
There's a window for me
on the other side
to catch you
searching for forever.

Hold it right there-
hate is a very bad word
for that voice
when we were so
close to the birds
and the bees.

Wish you would stay
tell me you're going
to bed
but not going away
and closing my window
beside you.