Believing

Seriously speaking
is there any real meaning to 
the words I love you.?

For those watching, waiting, feeling
emptiness has sprung forth from the night
yet, during the light of day, a flower blooms.

They say there is someone for everyone
howbeit for one to never reach their brink to
never find their hearts desire...
for what is love if more than a feeling?
a courtesy in believing?
an avoiding of the loneliness
that taunts one through the night?

When the capacity does arrive
to unleash said web of lies
would one hold well
against the tow 
of the cheater?

Ah, the bliss of unfamiliar 
pleasured stares from eye to eye
feeling nothing yet seeing something
greed in the encounter?
lust from the divide?

For some the dance is well received
others wait to be chosen
but one reveries for a muse
then concludes their heart 
will never be stolen.








Wrapped within

I wouldn't want to be your coffee 
for fear I'd burn your lips
I wouldn't want to be the book you read
though you gently stroke the pages
with your finger tips

I would want to be your sheets
if I had one wish...

I want to be the one who you take off all your clothes for
and watch you crawl within
excited, soft and exposed
feel you rolling around and take me 
within your tight grasp
feel you tangle up with me
see your smile... 
so relaxed

I want to be the reason you tell all your friends
"I can't go out,
I'm all wrapped up within"

to see you so peaceful
to watch you smile
to know it is I
who warms you
for awhile

to feel your lips brush against me
to feel your heart beat
next to me
to know you sleep so gently
because of me
Ya, I wanna be your sheets!