so close.
to touch,
within reach.
but here,
i keep my hands
to myself.
want.
stretching upward
arms wide
reach outward,
hands grasp
out..
the desire to touch
your mouth.
your face, so close..
admiring
the bend of your arm,
the curve of a thigh,
your knee,
calves tight..
or the foot
and its ankle,
(its perfect companion..)
all within reach
but so far,
the blood
flows
only through me,
to all points beyond,
my nerves awake,
and heat
to my face.
i keep my hands
to myself.
so close.
create
this lesson.
to not be ashamed.
to not live
without.
to not fear me,
or love or
what it can gain.
creating a path.
to carry you along.
to not be without,
to be good to
myself.
to love free,
and open communicate
simple talk,
simple want,
simple virtue,
and to complete.
to be whole,
instead of this
part.
created in duress,
because I know not.
clearing this mess
i call my life..
it's not only you.
it's just my fixes..
for blue sky view.
focusing inward,
the turns got dark..
constructing a path,
removing the stress.
keeping the good,
and grateful to know,
(including you)
disentangle the guilt,
keeping the clean
keeping the love;
building a dream.
changing my life,
becoming what i should.
love.
all stop;
exiting through,
hate leaving you!
the time ends quite quick,
time until we meet again
unknown, the interval passes.
precious want and impatience felt.
(assuming I did this right, should be accompanying number of syllables per line..)
what i could do
with
those missed views!
the shots i
could
take.
my eyes are not
yours,
you shoot,
but
you don't shoot
like me..
the things i see!
the way the
sky
hits
ground,
the angle..
that light sound.
the way red
meets brown.
no
light
meter,
no firing flash.
no need.
let the sun
do its
work..
let the night
drip sex
and the fog smoke.
let people touch..
let light
enter
the iris
and the moment
pass..
let me look,
and let you see.
let us both
make a memory.
oh,
what i could do,
if i had that chance.
pretty
the picture
but lost the moment,
if we don't
advocate
for our own
desires.
still the water
dripping in the basin..
still the showers
pounding at the door..
silence the waves,
cool the steam,
warm the air..
let nothing move.
let nothing speak.
practical silence..
and the beating heart.
peace.
I say I'm sorry because I'm supposed to be..
I wasn't supposed to be here.
I should have been buried
in someone's backyard like an old bone.
I say I'm sorry because I'm supposed to be..
I should have been drowned in a tub..
or thrown down the stairs.. (that's what she did.)
or just left out in the cold to die.
I say I'm sorry because I'm supposed to..
I should have just killed myself
when I had the chance, but I didn't.
I don't want to leave a mess,
or inconvenience anyone, or put anyone out.
I say I'm sorry because I'm supposed to be..
I'm an inconvenience to the world.
People are busy and don't have time.
People have lives.. not mine.
I say I'm sorry because I'm supposed to be.
I don't express myself right & get confusing.
If I don't know an answer, that's OK..
don't bother people, they are busy.
