i forgot to say i love you...
but then...you already know
that i love you, don't you?
question mark me if you must
but we both know the truth of us
and the words that will remain unspoken

...if a seed of deceit is planted
it will definately grow
in a choking twine
as it twists incourse
like an unruly whorl vine
and roots deeper into darker soils
where truth fruits
will certainly be denied fruition...
 

i don't want to be
  just another
  of your
  others
  enroute to
  where you need
  to be...
farfetched as it may be
 i am so
 into you
  ... and i think
 your are
   so into me...
there are no miles
 between us
 only distances
 enroute to find
 something more
 than our concretes
 that pave the roads
 of detoured doubts...
are you motoring?
 to or from...
i can never figure
  out yours/mine/or /our
 hourly directions...

  ...don't forget about me...
as you motor towards
Charleston...Charleston
     ta!!!da...ta!!!da...ta!!!da...
or wherever you have
your other hickey, chick...
  ...don't forget about me...
when you close your eyes
in some others place and space
as you lay your head, to sleep...
  ...don't forget about me...
so to speak...in silenced thoughts...
and i won't forget about you either...
   neither, will i forget about your
dreams and plans that will contain
no long, distanced memory of me...
except, perhaps as maybe fond...
ta...da!!!ta...da!!!ta...da!!!
  ...don't forget about me...
on those long weekends...
when week days leave you weak...
... so to speak...and feeling lonely...
...don't forget about me...
love...and the promise that i keep...

  Yes...
I see you
as "good material"...
  to write, right words
about...
  ...and if you will...
  Remember?
I told you
a long, time ago...
 that I was
a "fabric whore"...
 and that I
appreciated good patterns...
 ...and sometimes
I love the fabric so much that I
 touch and feel
 and will try to find a place, to place
the "good material"
where I can most 
appreciate...
  a comprehensible effort...
of being sewn into the seemed, seams
of my life...as together...

Our raw desires
are simply
out of control...
There is a laxness
when it comes
to the plurals of us...
(nottomentionourlackofselfcontrol)
...and we both know
that we are
head and soul
together and 
scalding deeply
forever
in hot waters...
so romance me romeo
kiss me with full lips
fill me up
with your thickness
and feel the fit
for what it is
I am the"total package"
whenyoulookmeeyetoeye
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OooeeeGooeee...Questions???

Is there enough stuff
to make a story of  us
one that we could
truly believe in
as we lived and breathed
in each other???

A story told
by our souls
as if there were
something to unfold
and we would want to
truly hold on forever to???

 

happy halloween
from a needy, greedy me...
i wish you could see how 
i feel from my i's...
and not only read
into my selfish me's...

i wish i could be
with you tonight
so to speak...
eye to eye...where we
could look into each other's i's
unselfish and personally... 

i've never been involved
with anyone quite like you
who wants to make me...
happy!!! and takes the time
to show, unmasked
patient, silenced, kindness...

if i try you on as customized size
and wear your love
as costume tonight
feel your fill  fit perfectly...
will you come tonight and
trick or treat  me???

Silly me...
  for believing
that you wanted me
 to pillage the "trianglar village"
that you live
  in the middle of...

Sillier me...
 for believing
you were an hour away
 "especially on a" weak
"week day", when truly
you are out of my town...

Silliest me...
 for believing
in your lull and stall
 before I echoed back
an unanswered "what"?
 to a simply, silly you...

POETRY
(double kill)

If you give me...
 enough rope
I will hang myself
 every time upon your
mental words
...and the sad thing is...
I keep coming back
 to get stabbed 
for the choke hold 
 that you seem
to have on me...
...and you are
quietly effective
 (sush)!!!
at stifling those
 silenced murmurs....
rumbling deeply
 from baritoned
moans and groans
  of your deeply
unspoken unworded
 guarded pleasures...
Go ahead!
  let it go!
scream!!!
so loud to me!!!
 the silenced words
of your love
 that you  feel...
... and I promise
my ears
  will never hear
your unspoken words...
 because mummed
is solemned word
...and as well you know
 I truly love
your treasures to hold
...and the bottom line is...
I have no one
 to hold
forever onto....
...and I feel sad
a little more
 than blue...
forever thinking
 that my love for you
could or would 
show a warm return...
 relating to the age old adage
" the cat
 was let out of the bag"...
from unguarded actions
 that we seem to let down...
...and our silence spoke
 louder than
our fenced in words...
 touche'touche'touche'
Our raw desires are simply
 out of control...
there is a laxness we show
 when it comes to self-controlled
plurels of us...
...and we both know
that we are head and soul
 and are slain in this together...(whatisforever)?
as we kiss
  full on the lips
on this rim of our lives...
 relaxed in an edge
of a never together 
 unfulfilled circumstance...
unguard' 
 our so guarded
dueled romance...
 please look me eye to eye...
...or release the noose
that chokes my neck...
...and give swiftly back
 my chance to see
civiled...chivaled...clarity...

I wasn't writing
necessarily
about you
or you
or even...you
for all
that matters
so why do...

I...feel the need
to explain?
(and here I go
again)!!!
so please hear
me...this time

I was writting
about my
heart
and head
contents...
that somehow
I seem to splay
over
into your
heart
and head
too...
so don't take it
too personally
when...
I write
my right words
about you
or you
or even...you
for all that matters ...

I can't be
your friend
anymore
nor your enemy
either...and

I don't want
you as a lover
neither...

I can't look
you eye to eye...

I don't want
you...
to hurt me anymore

...so let's just say
goodbye...
knowing that
patience is
and always will be
my virtue...
not any of
yours!!!