Jealousy's Fool

Bite your lip when she walks by
and to hear you speak of her
I start to imagine the scene
without me.
I coy smile from her
and whisper in her ear
and a toss of her fair hair
You're heart divided
or your heart was never mine.

I see the gleam in your eye
when you make her laugh
and she blushes now
but without me:
You tell her you love her
with that same gleam.
Kiss her neck
sweeter than you kiss me.
You will soon forget me
or you never knew me at all.

Lower my eyes to your glow
I don't know who you see
when you look at me anymore.
Because without me
You hold her in bliss
and breath in the smell of her hair
and laugh at that other girl.
You either love her already
or I am jealousy's fool.

Please, please

A puzzle of flesh and liquid
the mystery of my own body.
To hold me from knowing
what is happening within.
Growing inside?
I�m not ready.
My life barely blooming
with self-actualization not yet realized
Fill in the blanks.
I don�t want to throw it away
I should have been more careful
I know
But please, please, please
Not yet.

In a Perfect World

In a perfect world
You would never be out of reach.
Without telepathy I could read your thoughts
And they would be perfectly like mine.
Each morning you would wake up wrapped around me
And my breath would smell fresh
And last night you didn�t snore.
Your kisses would taste like ripe cherries
And I would never miss your lips.
In the middle of the day, you would call
Because we have nothing else to do but love each other.
That�s our job and it pays well.
I would never tell you my secrets because I would have none.
You would never have to forgive me
Because I am perfect
And I would never have to cry
Because you are too.
Instead of waiting, I would have found you sooner
And you would love me forever.
In a perfect world
I would have never cursed us with perfection.

One Morning

One morning
I woke up and I loved you
The date and time remain unclear
But on that ripe red morning
You were the Sun.

One morning
I told you why I fell in love
It was your warmth
Your beams engulfed me
And banish the bitter night.

One morning
I asked you to forgive me.
I still have dark patches in my soul.
Places that remain cold
Even in the heat of your summer.

One morning
I said I am sorry
I can never give you everything,
But know I love you.
I have known since that morning.

One evening
Imagine my surprise
When this bright day ends
And you creep over the hills
To shine on other souls.

I should have never been so greedy.

Supernova

We jumped on the bed to put stars in the sky,
And made them read, �I love you.�
Your liquid eyes held the northern hemisphere
Reflecting my glowing ceiling of plastic suns,
Our world rotates around them.
My love is a supernova,
Growing and gleaming and imploding inside
Fuel for new fires to burn in our hearts,
And black holes to store affection.
Plastic lasts forever
And the stars in the sky are light-years away.
Why would I want to wish on them?
By the time I see them
They could be dead,
But the dying ones shine the brightest.

Dusk

The snow laden trees look best at dusk
When the headlights bring out the glitter in white
and my eyes fail to see the branches
broken by the weight of wet ivory.
Each snowflake, unique and small,
was too much for the tree to bear.
Sometimes you can hear them cracking
but never at dusk.

13 Ways to Look at a Button

I.
Among the leather of coats
A button
Holds it all together

II.
Alone
The only one who sees me
is a button
the eye of a rag doll.

III.
Napoleon�s Army
Lost to the Russian cold
Their tin buttons disintegrating

IV.
Resting on the dirty ground
A lost button
With a frayed thread

V.
In my pocket
I mistake a button for a coin

VI.
The only thing left to remind her of him
is a button
from his favorite dress shirt.
She cries.

VII.
Late last summer he fell in love
With her sun kissed button nose

VIII.
Answers linger beyond the door.
Locked.
The impermeable code of buttons.

IX.
On or Off
A heavy choice
Made so often by buttons

X.
O, citizens of earth
Loathing and fanaticism
The end of the world
Is just a button press away.

XI.
A small treasure
A child finds a misplaced
Button.

XII.
The wind whispers �shh.�
Somewhere
A button fails.

XIII.
It was early morning
And no one has ever sung
A song for buttons.