Soft Embers in the Night

Sweet young lovers love with passion true
Ferocious flame within, kindled by two
And all around these fires burning bright
Feel deep within the chilling lonely night
And so with desperate kisses, pleading touch
Sad lonely souls speak little, asking much
Sparking dying embers, longing for more
Unsatisfied with now and with before
Searching for more, they lose what might have been
Instead of heart to heart, just skin to skin
Sometimes sad lovers learn to love again

We Reach the End

By times cruel passage have we all been brought
And lost, within waves of oblivion
Love to be found, and dreams we might have sought
Have thus been cast from our dominion

Fate, sometimes so sweet, now tastes quite bitter
And all we might have been's gone with the dust
The trials and the terrors we have endured
Seem now to burdensome to ever be just

The choices have been made- the lines been cast
We are too broken now to then repair
And though often we dream of times long past
We know, never shall we returneth there

For mistakes, once made, none can undue
And lies we tell ourselves the most untrue

Hopelessly In Denial

I can't decide what you are more

irritating or intriguing?

Of course, for me, its both.

I can't stand the sight of you

But I can't stand the absence of you either

And of course,

You don't care.

Not if I think you're 

irritating

Not even if I think you're 

intriguing.

But I don't care, either.

Why should I?

Why would I care

that you don't care?

And

why would I care

that you don't care

that I don't care?

Who cares what you do or don't care about?

Not me!

You voice you're opinion so strongly,

it intrigues me,

piques my interest.

But then

I remember what you don't care about

And you just irritate me.

I roll my eyes

and walk away.

And

of course

you don't notice.

But I didn't really notice

that you didn't notice.

I was too busy not caring.

I walk by and I see

that you're reading my favorite book.

Not like I was paying attention 

to you,

I just noticed the book.

So I went over and mentioned

how much I love it.

You barely notice.

You barely notice,

but barely is something.

It means you did notice

just

an itty bitty bit.

I smile.

But I don't care,

not really.

I barely even noticed that 

you barely noticed.

In fact, I'm paying so little attention

to you

that when I turn around

I don't notice

the gaze in my direction,

the look you give me.

But what does it mater?

I don't really care

Right?

Katches

Confused as one but they are two
Though perhaps the former is more true
With one another they laugh and sigh
Though sometimes their tempers fly
And though their livevs may sometimes shift
From one another, they'd never drift
For their friendship's assuredly strong
And love is but the best of bonds
Of course, often, they make mistakes
And sometimes different paths they take
But no matter what, their whole lives through
Best friends they'll be,  both me and you!

Words Call to Skin

I call to you

Using my words

To wrap gently around you

Caressing your thigh, oh so softly

Fingers of verbs and nouns

Running fingertips down

Your spine

Until you look up, shivering

Knowing the power of my voice

The strenth of my thought

Turned to sound

They call to you

Who Is She?

     Who is She?
This child who is not a child,
This woman refusing what she has become?
A child who must grow up
A girl who wishes to run away
Not to face age
Or adulthood
A girl who is a woman
But still a child
Who screams out for wings
To fly away
To run from her problems
And escape to that place where children
Remain children
But the wind brings back her cream
Leaving no reply
And so this child who is not a child
Is forced to ask herself
Why she, who is a woman, is still a child
And she asks,
     Who am I?

Trapped in a False Eden

   Trapped in a false Eden
Mountain walls climb high holding in
     The lost
Tempting is the forbidden fruit
But hidden
   Hidden away like the untrue paradise
Surrounded by another kind of forbidden fruit
   Guards set their piercing stare
Keeping us enclosed
   Too far from what I seek
Their power misused and abused
   Held in front of lost children
Children without home
     Or family
   Home has become a place
Seen only on weekends and holidays
   Guards set their piercing eyes
Daring one to grab for the fruit
   A false Eden of whispered lies
Segregated from society
     Eden of the Lost