dreams of maybe *poem*

i felt it roll over me this s'morning
the calm cool silk of his lips upon
the sandpaper of my heart...
leaning into kiss me
left little drops of blood...
i felt them roll over me
so sweet did i get tucked to dreams.
so quiet the plea in his voice
asking me
could you love me?
please.. just tonight.

i knew it, the second i fell into the
beautiful sound of his eyes
this is the moment the floor drops
i fall, not for fallings sake
could i be....
and in halfa second my feet are on the floor again.
kiss me?
lean over this river
and take me
right now...
in front of all these ghosts
your quiet loudness haunts me now..
should i have...

i felt it this smorning
the sweet stain of the nights fancies
resting in my body
urging me
to want...
want to know the truth behind the sensation.
tightness strangles me as i go to breath...
he has stolen the air in my chest...
he has murdered me this second...

hello beautiful nonsense,
sweet morning illusion of granger.
i am the bell of the ball
in these memories...
i am all the attention of the room
and he. and you and all others...
long for me..
in these my memories..
i turn and face the man
there... there goes that floor again
except in him i have wings,
perhaps i don’t need to land

one sweet kiss *poem*

i remember it now,
the feeling..
the knowledge of my dream living on your skin
i know it again
the sweet breath as i lay me down
love...
love my dream man.
love the man of my dreams
you rock and roll me
into new sensation of release
bang head shot baby
i'd live and die for you
you the worse parts of my soul
and the most beautiful parts of my being
my muse
the voice in my head
the song i cant stop singing!
the melodic melody of a silly girl
and i whisper,
i love you
now and always these words pour out my finger
cliter clack
over plastic keys of our shared desires
i remember the first time you killed me,
and your still a strike me dead sucker
in that beautiful blue dress...
i could go on for hours in the rhythm of words
discussing the long night phone calls we have
wishing they would never end
but your harsh tactless flow
sing a sweet lullaby in my ears
like i hear another set of words under the ones you speak
and i was the only lucky girl
to get the magical decoder ring in my cheerios.
breakfast of champions.
but i will not.
i'll stop
i will not tell a soul how incredible you are
how you make me feel whole
and beautify
and make the world worth living in..
cause then
then someone would take you away from me..
so i whisper once more
i love you.