Somewhere in between the clashing colors
I find a simple purple flower
Its clean scent sweetly wafting through my head
Nothing else can take this moment away
Of knowing that you'll stay
Another day, another night
That I'm not alone
The haze of crazy hangs low in the room
A palpable dread
And you, this shining silhouette
Attracting me, distracting me from all else
I want to water this moment
So that it never dies
And keep you in a vase by the door
15 May 2008
11 May 2008
The Weekend
Three whole days of not saying hello
Not seeing your eyes dance with irony
Not hearing your voice
That soft, low voice
Dripping with gravity and density
Three whole days of the rest of my life
Other friends who satisfy my needs
Of going out and laughing
Of drinking and flirting
Of talking about our thoughts and ideas
I wonder what you do
On the other side of the city
If it's as fun as what we have together
If there was someone else
Who made you forget me
Even if just for a moment
You forgot me and my smile
And only wanted to kiss her lips
I guess I'll never know
What you do without me
Because you only give me friendly looks
You only give me
Something you think you can handle
When actually you can handle me
And all my intricacies
The minor perfections and golden quirks
And if you were to gaze a bit more deeply
You'd see that I see you
I'm just as scared as you are
Not seeing your eyes dance with irony
Not hearing your voice
That soft, low voice
Dripping with gravity and density
Three whole days of the rest of my life
Other friends who satisfy my needs
Of going out and laughing
Of drinking and flirting
Of talking about our thoughts and ideas
I wonder what you do
On the other side of the city
If it's as fun as what we have together
If there was someone else
Who made you forget me
Even if just for a moment
You forgot me and my smile
And only wanted to kiss her lips
I guess I'll never know
What you do without me
Because you only give me friendly looks
You only give me
Something you think you can handle
When actually you can handle me
And all my intricacies
The minor perfections and golden quirks
And if you were to gaze a bit more deeply
You'd see that I see you
I'm just as scared as you are
09 May 2008
I Remember...
You let me give you a massage
Something that only professionals do
The slow, strong repetition of my hands
Fingers pressing into supple skin
Finding your relief in every breath
Your encouraging comments
While playing video games and lying in bed
The comfort of your voice, patient
In its familiarity of my quirks
Imperfections I let you see
You make my head feel like marshmallow
Sweetly candied thoughts playing tag
To and fro, the memory of laughter
My skin tingles remembering your lips
Deftly rendering me speechless
It is this that ultimately makes me weak
The reminders, the memories that niggle at my mind
A hypnotic state of being
Relishing the fact that I can call upon you
Anytime I wish
Something that only professionals do
The slow, strong repetition of my hands
Fingers pressing into supple skin
Finding your relief in every breath
Your encouraging comments
While playing video games and lying in bed
The comfort of your voice, patient
In its familiarity of my quirks
Imperfections I let you see
You make my head feel like marshmallow
Sweetly candied thoughts playing tag
To and fro, the memory of laughter
My skin tingles remembering your lips
Deftly rendering me speechless
It is this that ultimately makes me weak
The reminders, the memories that niggle at my mind
A hypnotic state of being
Relishing the fact that I can call upon you
Anytime I wish
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