Morning After

Tempest

 It can't be the way you say, this you and I situation.
Preposterous to think we could ever,
But maybe.
Nay! Dream not of the possibility , that just shouldn't.
No particular restriction, it just can't and won't.
We musnt let it.
Call for a cease fire of the flames between us.
Douse, water snuff out this dire need for us to touch.
Soak wash away it's everything leaving not a spark to smolder.
Bottle this lightning and silence the thunder claps of our thighs colliding.
It can't be the way you say, this you and I situation.
Our lips must never meet face to face tasting what should have been ages ago.
It can't. We won't.
Don't let it take over.
This feeling so long in the shadows.
Solidified into something we musnt touch, like fire.
It'd burn us alive, this thing we must fight to ignore.
But alas I hear a knocking at my door.

Not A Love Thing

 It's not a love thing baby but I'm Jonesin like Quincy.
Smiles creeping up around the corners of my mouth when they mention you.
Damn why'd you have to be so beautiful?
You could have been an average soul but extraordinary is all you know. And I know why it's dark at night.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone , and the pillow beside me stays empty.
Full to bursting when you're in touch, wishing your touch was nearer.
Plane, trains and automobiles could never get me there fast enough. I'd fly to you if I could.
Whisper sweet nothings to you my sweet.
The sweetest nothings that would mean everything I'd never say with the lights on.
I'll tell you a secret if you tell me one.
It's not a love thing baby but you make my heart beat freaky rhythms. Dischord without your melodic laugh.
Music muted until we meet again. ♥

Every Now and Then

 It always seems to be the things I say that get me into these situations.
The words a bit too sharp to ensure the safety of the recipients.
Perhaps I should leash my tongue like an angry dog.
The lashes only able to make blows but so low.
Sometimes I wish I could take the words back/

Time and time again after the sentences sentence me to several seconds of awkward silence,
following the realization that aforementioned sentiment isn't the same for the one you said it to.
Soul-baring statements sucked from your lips by that uncontrollable need to communicate.
Sometimes I wish I could take the words back.

Excuses for morals you obviously lack.
I'm fussing and cussing while you watch me pack.
Losing my breath while I'm losing ym head,
screaming out things that should never be said.
But that's done now.
The lines in ym head have my mind off track,
thinking ho...

Play Fight

You only give me what's easy,
sometimes I like a little complication.
I'd like you to put me in a predicament every now and then.
Pull my card, piss me off.
Let's have a fight for the *** of it.
Don't back down so easily,
contradict me so I know you care.
Sometimes sipping something less than sweet is the only sure way to quench the thirst for the things you need to know.
So tell me something sour so we can patch it up after the fact.
Let's have a face-off.
Fabricate an altercation and alter my perception of the place you put me in.

You only give me what's easy,
and never ask for a thing.
Never trip, or bug out,
stay cool.
Could you get heated one time and call me the tomorrow after so we can make up?
Make excuses to make me mad so you can mesmerize me back into a good mood.
I'm saying though,
we could squabble about the little things. Just to ...

I Woke Up Thinking

 I'd paint her face the truest hue of day dawning.
Lips the color of the last orange before the pastel light pours through the curtains.
A body beautiful,
shadows the shade of noon beneath her breasts.
A daydream believer with sunshine hair,
clouds in her eyes.
Day incarnate.
And I'd paint her this way so she'd know she's the light of my life.

Wardrobe Malfunction

 I'd wear your leather like a vest,

double-breasted.

Your skin atop mine,

warm the place over my heart.

Yearning to scribble atop the parchment of the palm of your hand.

fingertips fabricating stories to be kept as secrets,

just between us.

Naysayers need not know the tang sweet sour of the touches between us.

Never negating the notions behind these embraces that have become necessity.

I'd love for you to be my sweat pants and comfy t-shirt.

Never too snug rubbing just the right way.

Comfortable.

So beautiful, wrapped in your sex.

Perfectly acessorized.

Strut and rip the runway.

Twilight on Bedford

 When the sky is still blue,

but the sunshine's sufficiently faded,

and the moon is pearly white.

It's the perfect time of day for making wishes.

Wishing for things that seem absurd in the early afternoon.

The little wants that are simply silly notions late at night.

Now is the opportune hour to

dream away.

Effort

 I'm willing to look like a fool as long as it lands your eyes

on me.

Laughing at or with, I'll take either.

Because the smile on your face would be my doing.

Ima sweat you like 

August sunshine.

Amnesia

Sometimes I can't even remember

what month it is.

I wish all things were

so easy to forget.

Writer's Romance

 If I never fall in love again it wouldn't be a hard fact to face.

All I ask is for beautiful passersby to bring a poem to mind,

every now and again.

I won't even be greedy and ask to know their names.

Just let them have that thing I need at the moment to make the ink flow.

Never mind the color.

We need not ever exchange a syllable, let alone a word.

just let me know they they're there.

No strings attached,

just immortality and inspiration,

on paper.