Looking

Looking,
out the window of a hotel bedroom again,
not some song,
but reality.

Looking,
outside myself again,
not the same person,
in reality.

Looking,
outside in,
at grace, at sin,
stark reality.

Looking,
for where you've been,
if time might mend,
scars inside of me.

Looking,
a watchers end,
writings I never send,
no words for thee.

Space

All this time,
and your imagination,
holds you more firmly down,
than gravity.

You imagining your fears,
not the possibility,
not the possible fantasy,
of finding another world together.

It could all be true,
and the dark unknown,
and the fear of not knowing,
keeps you from me.

If I were color,
I'd be sun fiery red,
the color of passion,
like when we are in bed,

and yet,

I wonder,
if suns shine,
and no one is there to see it,
do they?

Youandme

You didn't have to be lonely last night,
you didn't have to be anything,
you just had to be,
yourself,
you,
me,
myself,
me just there,
my feelings if it meant anything,
ours, mine and yours, shared last night.

Time flies

The whose,
and the whys,
and tha,
..., ...;

Tha food,
and the flies,
and tha,
..., ...;

Tha dudes,
and the lies,
and tha,
huh, uhuh;

Too much damn integrity,
no morals when in bed with me,
something someone said to me,
and tha,
and tha;

Loosing comprehension,
staring at gas colors,
on water's tension,
where the fuck,
did all the time go?

Now back to reality,
is it real - whats' inside of me?
Or did it die with you,
so long ago?

Past

And the time,
we were away,
a time of we,
was the time,
jokingly,
my heart thrown aside,
for a glance,
a crotch,
told me all,
about where I sat,
about our time together,
about what mattered.

Years past,
and even now,
something,
no note to you,
pulls down my heart.

And the pictures,
where is the proof,
you ever laid your arms upon me,
what suggested,
to anyone,
you wished to keep me near?

The only proof,
I have,
is the weight,
of my heart.

Flirt

When strangers grace you with poetry,
when a smile begins to bloom,
how can you not be uplifted,
and float upon the reflective waters,
playful in the surf of words?

What friend's eyes,
that tied to the heart,
employing lust and infatuation,
leads us to discover?

Hmm

Change of pace: