Upside down rain drops

Silence of me

 Upside down parallel between you and the rain

Gentle enough to not be noticed by the late September tourist

I can smell someone close by

Feel intangible tear drops,

land on my forearm

A fireplace to burn my worries away

A deep river to bury your burdens

Sleep and rest my soul next to your own

Let someone take a picture and develop it on our own

I want more then my heart needs

I breathe less then I should

A leap of chords,

Strummed by shadows blessing

Bare feet and red wine

Record players and your beauty in my reflection

A feeling on top of happiness,

brings me to my present day

Shimmering lights of my city squint at me before opening fully

A tall green vase

A stolen rose

An exposed photo

Night sky through the trees

Please don’t look down at me

Memory of benches and innocence

Cigarettes and hard aperitifs

Push me up against a statue,

Kiss me where I go think

Not with Rodin in his garden

Under my willow tree

I’ll write you a poem for the effort,

right on the river’s brink

Wish you away before its dark

Leisure’s peculiarity scatters leaves to tend

I beat a drum with no inhibitions

I put my hands down,

to take the hit

I keep the mostly smoked, barely lit joint on the edge of my lip

It helps me think,

making sense of transcriptions of the mind

Fall brings a wind with an indecisive direction

Winter brings demise

Spring enjoys disappointed expectation

Summer bores us to activities

My basketball hates double rimmed hoops

Yell about spells

Yell about 1000 days under the sun

I need curses just as much as blessings

I need dark to cover my light

I want lamp shades made of time

Neon signs leading the way

Free me towards the river

Rest me on the burning wood

Concoctions of demure designs take action at dawn

Sun hitting our dreams

Being right where you need to be

Stepping into ivy châteaux’s,

And pressing send again and again

Right side up ceilings

Chalice on a saint

Orthodox peasantries rub me wrongly

Candle’s light burning with out question

Portraits hands waiting

Chandeliers white light rainbows across the wall

Love is dangerous the harder you climb

Breathing into the night

Let breath and memory take flight

Thinking good thoughts

Pray to who makes you feel best

Impose nothing,

even on yourself

Untitled songs play on a jukebox

I hear it only in the dark

In the air

I struggle to hold my breath

I let go

Silhouettes playing guitar

Siren's songs break my normal thought

Hypnotize me with your totality

Dim my temper with kisses

Set me on fire with patience

I am aware of the light

The dark is where I signed on the dotted line

Romance saves my vividness

Allowing mornings hand in hand in meanings start

Ears ringing

Lamp post covered in ivy

I am no match for infinity

I am no one

I am fabrications opposition

Furiosity’s lingering grudge

Old

Young

Past lives

Fresh souls

Lost time

Melting sounds

Foundations depth

Statues and fountains lustfully lure us towards there erotic shelter

A river flowing full of histories blood

I slit my own wrist to bleed into this earth

I nothing my days in a grave waiting to be burned

Forget the worst

Love so cautious

Be next to me in my hearse

I miss thought provoked by fog and uncertainty

I miss thoughts of you alone in the dark

I break free in dreams of you letting me take you apart

Shhhhh….sleep is close

Lonely has been here since I left you that day,

leaving a kiss in the air to dream of feeling your feeling against my heart resting ours on coconuts made of comfort and sinking sand.