You All Around

Something about this place reminds me of you.
Maybe it’s the way the breeze run its fingers through my hair,
Like you have so many times.
Maybe it’s the easy smiles that come
On easy faces, friendly and warm,
Soft and kind. Just like yours.

But the real truth is that it’s not this place.
It’s everyplace. Anyplace. Anyandeverywhere.
You follow me like the moon,
Appearing in this man’s eyes,
In that girl’s smile.
In this child’s laugh.

I could go to the ends of the earth and find you.
I would go to the ends of the earth to find you.




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Sexiest. Poem. Ever.

i like my body when it is with your
body.  It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss,  i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new



Sooooo wish I could take credit but, alas, these
incredible words are from the great Mr. E.E. Cummings. 

Read it again.  You know you want to.  :)

Roadtrip

My silly girl heart soars
As my car scarfs up the road
Between you and me.
Windows down.
Wild hair.
Smiling at everyone who passes.

It's been so long since these arms held.
Since these knees got weak.
I want to race the whole way,
End the forever wait.

Then--somewhere around halfway, I think--
I slow right down.
Take it easy.
Savor this swelling of giddiness I feel
As I inch closer to you
Knowing that you are there,
Waiting for me,
With those arms open wide.
Just for me.

Just Friends

I'm sure you sleep just fine without me.
After all, why wouldn't you?
We're just friends.

I'm sure you never lay awake
Tossing and searching for my body,
Coming up with only a pillow.
You never dream about
My warm breath on your chest,
My hands in your hair,
My lips on your neck.

You never think about our nights,
Nights that I have memorized,
The nights my wild heart stayed awake for,
While you slept in my bed calmly: In, Out. In, Out.
The nights I watched you and crumbled
Each time you absently pulled me in
Or mumbled into my hair about how good I smell.

I'm sure you are sleeping just fine there
While I am here,
Clutching each of our secret moments
With a ferocity that you wouldn't understand.
You're sleeping just fine without me.
And why not?
We're only friends.


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