my naughty thought

sometimes i think of you,
sometimes more that others,
your wild eyed looks,
and kind words grow along,
my lips, till tasting faintly,
what it might be to be you,

to have my methods waiting,
on your scarlet movements,
my mind resting in your sweetness,
one day, you became,
more than a name,
that i put my mouth to,

left alone

they are drawn,
under it's covers so warm,
with mine to the pillow,
and drifting along,
away from anywhere,
i'm gone,

she always makes me.....

they say,
she always puts a smile on my face,
to my lips,
make me happy,
to my heart,
fill the spaces,

and movement as she does,
though my body again,
in ways taken, thoughts, whispered emotions,
nevermore mistaken for the love they are,
she always makes me happy,
she always makes me smile,

here is hopes

you draw warmth
you knowing,
when in my thoughts,
i am in yours,

you are anyways,
always have been,
every way i am,
a little piece of you,

might be like

and did you ever wonder,
what it would be like,
to be,
in the same place,
as my dreaming,
and dreaming of me,

what would it take,
a pale sense of love,
for a quiet moment found,
to know you'd been whispering my name,
but not heard the sound,

while the wallpaper shades,
as the light play hazes,
our patterns fall,
and clothes unstitched,
broken by bodies,
too rich in truth,

do you look for me again?
can you feel me in the dark?
from our faint song together,
make me in your pale light,

and our world folds inwards,
the walls bent, curling away,
all the world was all a dream,
for this to be,

senses upon (part one)

followed my heart to your house,
upon a path warmed,
streaked deep in your tones,
your recent movements strewn the leaves,
and traces of your breath,
where i imagine you took in the morning sunlight,
and let it out again,
in songs,
in sighs,
in happy to be you,
lullabies,

without thinking,
i'm found within your room,
kisses staining,
painting the window panes,
no taint to the message,
again,

if, when, till then

this quiet life
in smiling eyes,
i always look to you,
and feel the same,
no words,
to say,

they wouldn't explain,
anyway,
a dreaming life,
on your lullabies,
my path to your love,
from other far away places,

and i speak,
a fancy,
you've always been,
from since we met,
but i dare not mention,
the heart fall,

if your arms would hold me,
if said to you truly,
and know us the same,