Hug you, adore you

Adore youhug you; nothing more, nothing lessfeel me feel youwarmth and doubtlove and losswounds and healinghurt and feelings In a dream I hadhug youadore you

I wouldn’t dream about you

I wouldn’t dream about youhad you not comeeuphoria about youthere in your lineswords entwinethey give in so much about who you areI couldn’t deny thembelieve me (my love)when I don’t say muchI say a whole lotplease excuse this complex…matter of where things are If you weren’t thereI wouldn’t dream about you

An American dream

Picture this:lights underneath the night skyfrom the airplane;they dim and light to the sound of guitar riffsthere’s men, so far awaywho knew it’d be youcurly dark haireyes that glare and don’t speakthe smile that lights up streets

Boy crush

He was a guy she couldn’t identify, for the life of her but he smiled and he had a great body and he was perfect in every way possible he was nice to everybody, and everybody wanted a piece of him he knew it, but remained humble That’s what she liked most about him; not

Game

Don’t you look amazing… and by amazing, I mean familiar in your old gym clothes like you’re an ace that I used to know maybe it’s you, still like it’ll always be in different gym clothes in a different yet familiar smile that’s so confident that focuses on me like you’re game as if you

Adapted dream home

What if this is a dream? I’m actually out there, and I wanna bring along a ruffled monster this time. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere without him, I love him and I think I’m saying this without fear. The tranquil people are too curious to care. It’s a place where I’m from where fairies

Forty days and forty nights, I’ve waited for a guy like you to come and save my life

Rock the boat

Daylight, turns into sweet night light Your face, shines in a new type of light Your smile, is the only thing I think of In the new dawn It stayed; it lingered on the dance floor You said, you want to see me dance some more In a dream I left, not caring what you

Shady world

House didn’t feel like a home. Trying to keep my parents safe while trying to look like we’re all leading simple safe lives. When in the yard, it’s hard to feel free as you suspect invisible vehicles are driving along the roads monitoring you. Guy writes a beautiful song and he’s got a good voice,

Elephant god somewhere

A Hindu god, an elephant head           Sacred symbols, from a thousand year ago Clothed in time’s fine delicacies           Beige white silk and golden embroidery Draped over her ivory beige smooth           kind skin Pretty face maiden, like my mom    

Good dream or a bad dream?

Sitting on your boss’s lap, leaning in and falling asleep While he does work for you on the laptop Someone comes in to check He responds, ‘This is team-building…’  

“Life is but a Dream” – Lewis Carroll

A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear Long has paled that sunny sky; Echoes fade and memories die; Autumn frosts have slain July. Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies

No reason to explain why

There’s a concrete parking lot, cracked and with weed forming on the sides. There’s a first floor classroom, crowded, cold and unfamiliar; the people in it untrustworthy, suspicious, and dangerous. Sounds of machine carpentry on a summer day, mechanical, penetrating, uncomfortable. The smell of roadkill, toxicity, and cancer. A feeling of repetition, limbo, unwanted loneliness

We meet again

We meet again. You in your grandeur, your hairs encircling jewels and the flowers beside you boom, understated… by the brilliance that is you. It is odd isn’t it, that I see you here. You didn’t expect me. But you make me chuckle; do you really find it that strange? Drenched in the rain my