Love.

I wonder sometimes if love is more than all that's said by love-sickened dreamers.
Expression is lost at the turn of a page, at the death of another believer.
Love
They say it's mystery, but found at certain glance
Love
They say is hard to find, but find it at a pass.
I'm lost to see that even when I hold fast I am fighting
And hard to hear that even though I love my love is biting
I try to hide when love comes near
But search in stars and writing
I pull away from easy fear
But run towards light when blinding
Love
I'm lost inside the fact
that everyone's deceitful
Love
I'm found inside the fact
that every home's a sequel.

Desperation.

NO
I hide
I walk
I stay
NO
And I
And you
And we
NO
And yet
And still
And why?
NO
But now
And still
Surprise.

Cracking as the clay will mold
And find its way to bend and fold
And smudge along the finger where
It leaves behind the dread of mere
Mortals as we called them then
Though more like us, if we let in
The prod that meets us at the gate
Where we look in, with no debate
We're hoping and at once we know
We're putting on a grander show
If we can hold ourselves in check
We'll find whats lost can now be fixed.

chamber piece.

Ringing of the telephone
and waiting for the lasting blow.
Goodbye--
and to the dear depart
I share with you this bit of heart,
ripped from the breast of someone near,
a person that you once called here.
True, now I see
you're wanting.

Tattoo.

You're a picture perfect painting
Of a love I never knew
You're a teasing friend; enamorate
The sweetest yet taboo
An artwork on my skin
And now the blood can set you in
A picture of
A loved one of
A lover
Of a friend.

Twisted as the games we play
A mind thrown into disarray
The garment, thrown onto the floor
The finger caught inside the door
A stain upon the blemished sheet
A place where we forgot to sweep
The blood that heals us from within
The wait that we've yet to begin
Waning as the dying sun
It's over and not one has won
Pivot and reach back again
You've let go of the fruitless kin
But leave your soul here
Breathless.

Empty Arms.

You wrap your arms round what you seek
and swear you've found the light and speak
of days when things will be just right,
and you won't let go in the night.
You whisper in that "wanting ear".
Don't listen for you'll want to hear,
but realize then you must have erred.
You're wrapped around the open air.

Appreciation.

I'll put a flower in your hair
And you might say you just don't care
But hold on, fast, the wind will blow
And you won't want to let it go
But blow away, and find a new
For it won't want for long for you
And find a new one, simple, true
Appreciates the journey through
Plants a seed along the way
And knows one day you'll let one stay
And love it as it stuck to you
But first is gone, the last a boon.