dandelion
yellow,
in sky’s the
eye
that never
blinks,
should be feeling
mellow-
yet all i do
is think
of more vivid ways
to capture
nature’s
cheer
in words that can’t
compare
to being
here.
spiritual evolution
storyteller, do share
another-
while i fade into
slumber
deep..
sleep once the
stranger..
finds me
weak.
leave home
with me,
for somewhere we
may breathe..
cleaner and
sober–
before it’s
over.
don’t turn
away..
before you’ve
had your
say,
not looking
to win
this-
just
craving
closeness.
we’ve got hands
all over
this–
do smother me
in kisses
but not
yet,
can’t get
into
it
without your
eyes on
mine.
damage done
and swept,
regrets outraged
and wept,
still wiping sweat
from lips-
incase another
ill word
slips.
still mopping up
my mess.
till floor’s no
longer
wet-
what i give
is what
i get.
come for
me,
don’t comfort
please,
while on both
knees
it’s best i
learn
to rely on
me–
for deep
relief,
to balm
this inner burn,
it means so
much
you wish to
please,
to quench my
thirst–
but
help me
turn to me first?
toes in the
puddle
wiggling a
little,
to watch waters
wave
goodbye to drab
days.
dimness fades
after the
bleed-
and sky appears
relieved
now lighter and
less dour,
yet aware of its
dark powers.
from thinner
side of
door-
hearing voices
as real as
yours,
fear i feel them
more than
any
wanton
kiss,
ears to the
floor.
hands in the garden 
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