for you,
i would do most anything.
just to spend time.
to talk
or see your face,
to be with you,
within the circle
of your grace.
i would keep my hands
to myself
always,
so as not to hug,
or hold or scare you,
dear to me that you are.
i would keep my place.
if you would have the time.
Patience,
to call you mine
if only
for those short,
infrequent times.
Even if you don't,
I love you just the same.
I see you
in your flaws,
your pale perfection
and intellect.
I see your bright-eyed
wonder
and smile.
I see the glow you hold,
and only want to
circumnavigate,
or at least to live
within the orbit
of your presence
as you travel through.
My sun is always shining
brightly upon you,
and radiating
and reflecting,
absorbing..
the perfect un-perfectness
this.
that glow that is very just you.
I live for moments,
the many days,
where the earth aligns
just right, the tilt..
your hello like waves,
your smile like a welcome shore,
your words are like hope
I bundle within
with string
and joy
and light.
and even if you
actually have rejected me,
Oh, but I love you just the same.
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.
