Wander Across the Waves of Discontent

Lost and buoyant, drifting in this boat
you come to mind as I continue to float

What's the world like past these shallow waves?
This I ask ye, the experienced sailor.
I've picked enough flowers of romantic notions
and plucked away my disinterest and shame,
tossed them into the oceans.

The teas and coffeespoons in foreign lands
I'm sure would help me think. Because the
water here's polluted and it's causing me to sink.

Capsizing, I know, is a possible fear,
but it's happened before and I've cried all those tears.
I'll travel along across this meadow of waves,
past many deep, scary caves,
with the intention of forgetting all the yesterdays.

Next time you go can I sit at your side?
Cocktail in hand, and I'll bring my pride.
If that's what it takes, but really I hope
you would prefer to drive bikes up and down
the coast of this lake. Portend to think and
splatter some ink bout the romance we'll determinedly make.
You'll fill up film and I'll fire up the kiln
and, thus, our evening is beautifully cast.

Of friendships in the past which have advanced
this fast, I was told it would never last.
But this seems hopeful and I wish you'd take control,
I need encouragement and support.
When it comes to hooking up I'd rather you push.
I'll be your bitch if you'll be my slave.
And if hard and fast is all you're prepared to give,
I'll open myself to the seafarer's waves.

There isn`t much I feel I need. A solid soul and the blood I bleed.

I want you more than you know. In more ways than one. I want your body. I want to caress your skin. I want your heart. I want you to let me in. I want your soul. It`s more beautiful than a thousand trees created by the perfect order. I want to take it on an adventure, and I hope you`ll want to reciprocate. I want to give you my virginity, because honey it`s a ticking time bomb, bitching with chastity.

A kiss isn`t a relationship. A kiss is an interface. A dialogue. A discomfort. A release. A system of beliefs. I don`t know what to say to move from friends to more, but if we can`t reach top score, I`ll hold on to now forever.

Let me in. Don`t you dare push me away. Come to me as a voice of confidence. I promise I will (not) pretend you`re just another voice in my mind. I though I knew your kind, though I`m only learning, now, you`re beyond my most extreme surprise.
You`ve enlivened me more than a religion. Tradition is comforting, but the soul at rest is unprofessionally distraught.

Your eyes. They still mystify me. Like the stars, moon and Milky Way, life is revealed and reflected from your eyes. Mirrors of life are everywhere. Look to them for reflection, not each other. Consultation, Desperation, and Elevation, but never reflection. Figure it out while we talk. Don`t pretend it all falls together. Be spontaneous to delicious life. Be excited for delivering beauty.


Become what you`ve been trying to be.
It`s ok.