I
No matter where she has been,
All slept well in her abode
While she restless slept poor.
She slept deep and well at that house on the lake
And then the once at Annie and Dad’s.
But Sanctuary walks her house in the wee hours,
Darkness flowing about her ankles.
The machines whir and the dogs stir, she is home.
She is in a place benefiting
Of the fruits of her labors,
She works hard to feed her soul, to seek her place.
You feel good to her, like groove
In the table she stained by hand that a soft thumb seeks
Absentmindedly. You feel like home.

II
How will I spoil you?
In adoration and honesty,
With words truly scrumptious,
And the desire to understand,
Never anger, never blame.
I will spoil you with respect and
Admiration and desire.

Knowing you in a cursory state,
I saw the tip of my ideals and
Each day knowing you better,
My first thoughts etch deeper.

I am comfortable with you.
Feeling compatible on so many levels.

Quiet today? But my heart is bursting.

It was the last I had to say, but I so want to ask,
Why are you here with me if you are happy with her.

Overwhelmed, I realized just how much I missed you. Just how much I want to see you. Just how much I can’t. After further thought and to compound things, with school and hopefully more work – because I want to handle some things quickly – my schedule will be worse than yours.

Come to me in the midnight hours if need be.
Just so I can touch your face, feel your skin,
Your mouth on me.
Let me meet you to do mundane things like
Buying thick sliced chopped ham.

So scared of hurt,
More so of not trying.

Handle me with patience and understanding and
I will step back and respect that
You have your own style I’d like to learn.

In you I see the best of me,
The similarity and compatibility.
Our differences are no less adored.

There by the grace of god I go
Stepping off into the depths of hell.
Come fire up to meet me, licking.
I do not turn away.

Daddy talked about his Annie
And says….faith.
Pris says I’m beautiful when I cry
And don’t be mad at god.
I say, talk to me.

Big girls do cry.
They do what they have to do,
Not what they want,
And then they cry like hell.

I could identify six scents today in class.
All from the girl next to me.
She must have brushed my shoulder
Or the air permeated my skin.
I can still smell her
It took hours, but my headache dissolved
After much thought of you.

You’re the good guy they want to marry,
The bad boy they want to tame.
What are you doing hangin’ around me.

Find me tonight in dreams.