Anthologic

Every time you held my hand in the dark.

Every quiet smile, played with my heart.

And so I fall apart.

with you holding my face?

How can I be free,

when their mother's dying.

Somehow I beg grief and

Blinding -

My value could be somewhat interchanged.

Subtract the X and add a little deep throat.

Let it be peaceful.

Let it be rest.

Let me be weary,

Cry at night,

like a coyote, too.

Sleep by the sun,

Each irreverent bone in my fragile body quakes with indecision.

Fragile, as in, glued-together.

As in, highly dependent on another source of energy.

As in, the sun.

I worry,

I worry,

Dazzling, tempting.

I find myself opening the door, caressing.

Meticulously, I shine you in the light.

I take care to.

I imagine the joy I would take in pressing you to my lips,

Gold-trim dripping with my kiss.

I learn your patterns.

I trace your colors with my thumb,

and learn them over again.

Delightfully designed and carefully intertwined,

I feel the weight of your being and find balance.

I am sure to stay focused.

I hold you delicately.

I could never teeter in the doorway with you in my arms.

Task at hand, staining from the coffee.

If I can raise you up with this hopelessness.

Can I swallow the pain, or get hold of it?

Crawl out of the mud, and stand over it?

You deserve to be loved ambitiously.

My soul, you inspire endlessly.

But darling, I'm covered in my own moss.

You and me, baby,

Take the carpool lane.

Fly up the coast - we don't have an Endgame.

Sipping Green Tea,

Shooting pool all day.

"You Should Let Me Love You,"

Let me loudly say -

This is Last Pocket

I won't stop it.

If you wanna practice,

Soft, friendly.

Your skin would begin to crawl beneath my fingertips.

Cold, unsettling.

I have value in this space,