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Hands

i wish i had more hands
so that i could hold yours with two of mine
a third tangled in your soft curls,
rubbing the small of your back with another.

i wish i had more words
to describe the way you make me feel:
like a giddy little girl, blissfully unafraid,
singing along in the shower to a colbie caillat song.

i wish i had two sinks
so we could brush our teeth side by side
laugh at the foam around our mouths
and watch your shoulder brush against mine in the mirror.

Three Little Words

Those three little words are stuck in the back of my throat.
I know it’s soon, but I feel it.
And I think you do too.
I feel dizzy, I feel sick.
I see visions of us riding off into the sunset
Like every cheesy romcom that I’ve made you watch.
I know I cannot say those three little words,
So instead I will hold you, kiss you, protect you.
I’ll tell you I am yours and you are mine
And it will be enough
Until I can say those three little words.

Muellertown...

Fifteen years in Muller Town...

What day or night are you available?
You deserve me, I'm yours.

"Has anyone ever escaped?
These eternal chains, forged by weird-wired brains.
My emotions have been raped".

He can tell you, no matter what, he didn't do it,
Deny responsibility, never copping to a plea.
"You can't prove any of that shit".

In my soul wishing for a smile

Whatever you do, wherever I go,
You're always here, always around,
If I can't see you, my tears would fall down,
From my eyes like a river flows

Whatever you do, wherever you go,
With a look you make my heart glow,
I'm wondering how to make you know
I have a wish deep in my soul

You're an angel dancing with stars,
The only one who lights a heart,
With a look and a smile

My love for you can't be denied
Even though I tried to hide that
I would fall for a smile.

Ginger Sleeps

Light floods
Locks waist length
She walks
Stepping sure
So pure

Sleep into dream
Unknown worlds
Visions
Gardens
Gate

Unconsciousness
Pull
Tosses
Stay
Stops

Looking
Fear
Falls
Warmth
Wakes

Thinks
Dying

WANT MY NEIGHBORHOOD BACK

My neighborhood is not a day, a week
or even a year, wherein I may seek.
It is life, the turns my world has taken,
pain in all the things we have forsaken.

I remember those times, keys left inside,
the car running while you go for a small buy;
or how my mother did not lock the door
when she went quickly for bread at the store.

Or how I could walk in the still of night
My heart being restful, not knowing of fright.
And old men would say, “ My word is my bond”
thought not all true, the idea was around.

One Golden Horse

Scarlet saddle blanket rests soft and plush,
‘Neath leather saddle trimmed with silver, lush.
One golden horse, with flowing cloud-white mane.
Provides a perfect throne for a temporary queen.

And thus, an earth-bound woman can be freed
From gravity’s demand, to fly on such a steed.
I feel muscles, piston-like, expand and contract
Beneath me as we exercise our mystic pact.

In My Blood

Another rejection
Another hope lost
Makes you wonder
If it's worth the cost

A long, long wait
And still no word
Just me sitting
In my beat up Ford

And then it's there
A new, fiery hope
But then it's crushed
And makes me choke

I want to give up
I want to call it quits
I want to stop trying
More than I'll admit

But I know I won't
I'll just keep fighting
Because if I go down
I'll go down trying

The Glamour Fell On Him

Love who were you
To this fallen tomb
Only I that without grave
May ask you
Was there some battle
To which you were a spirit
That you lay deathless
Without ease
Who was your tormentor
Who invokes the rivers rage
The heavens vengeful thundering
The earths restlessness
The beasts pity

A Beautiful Place

Chiming bells toll of the purest love so rings
This simple gift then given, stands the humble and courageous apart
Deny of the pain empty sorrow may bring.
Enrich the lives of others, to a path they too can chart.

Rest easy in the nights escape hear the angels gather and sing
To put right the days recompense, a legacy all blessed souls can start
Then finding our queue preserved eternally and at peace
'neath the feet of our god, then on to our heavenly mark

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