girl without her love

i was dreaming on saturday morning
lying alone in my bed
i was trying to go back
but the present was pushing out
every golden word you ever said

i was hungry for kisses
thirsty for your touch
but i saw a picture of you
on broadway
with your new lover
and i swear you are a curse

the stars don't shine bright
enough for you
the city has more of a shine
but i thought you were a diamond boy
when you were by my side

can't turn my feelings off
i'm a little bit deeper than that
i won't disappear without you
but dreaming about you 
my world's a little bluer than black

i'm standing on the sidelines
in just a memory
every song on my radio
for the reckless,  born to be free
i just wanted to love you boy
but we're never gonna be

i am just a girl without her love

cello heart

i need guitars
to drown confusion
from my mind
i need elegance of thought
and songs written on sidewalks

my dreams are dressed in fog
like those that dance behind
painted eyes

music sings my sickness
robs my lonely package
its pain
my choice of addiction
that a needle can't touch

music says i am the girl
you wanted to love
but i am the glue that 
stuck myself together
because you didn't

i need air and space
and hope by the boat load
i'm releasing the soft hold
you had on me
the rope that enchanted
the stars
and drained the longing in my
cello heart

shedding

back door draft
goose bumps on fragile skin
sweater will not be enough
tap the fires of infinity

fireplace blazes
stove pipes blistering red 
from overdose of
perplexity
strings of conscious
wear thin and are visual
defenses are down
defeated

coffee
strong and black
wakes her up from her
past reverie
innocent eyes are watching
remembering

shedding old fears are hard
when ghosts of secrets
sporadically come
calling 

she had hoped time
had forgotten her
misdeeds of self preservation
but not to be
she says
i'm taking these secrets
with me

guilt ,  harder to carry
when one can't shed it
no one to help shift the load
there'd be no more
self deserved
shedding

Red Lights

she has a metal heart
it took awhile to build....

she made him into a color
because it was cooler than
the lonely burn

she has a smile made from moonlight
and maps planned out with
imaginary destinations

collected matchbooks with numbers
that never answer her ring

her world in a backpack
she knows how to travel light

she knows lonely kisses always
end up on the wrong mouths

her love isn't for spending on someone
who only knows the outside curves

she's gonna be alright
by passing the red lights

sunday morning moment

my last cup of coffee
your last cigarette
sunday morning sunshine splattering
on our faces through a stained glass window
motor of the radio had died
clipping the climb of our once a year
see you again this time next year 
kind of love
no definitions 
just bare knuckles holding onto a flame
that passionately disappeared
without language
we ignore the complacent dissatisfaction
settling into a sunday morning moment

January Flame

pink candle drips prettily
waxing January
its flame continues
so,  shall we
wake the salty moon that
makes us willing prisoners
of the night and moves through us

untangle the branches of darkness
empty our laughter,  clasp hands
light the fire,  open our eyes
taste the sweet moonlit wonder

lets
dance in the white out
lets make life loud
sing from afternoons of pent up
storms
lets lace our fingers through the stars
trace the night sky until it glows
lets warm our lips with moon shine kisses
star bent from passion

lets grab a handful of now before it
all slips away
and rust claims the outer edges
lets wrap in our familiar blankets my love
merge as one

my ribs on yours,  heat of soul and skin
while stardust lusts on your body
from am opulent winter sky
the night will know us and own us
we won't want to go home
but we will
we won't want it to end
but it will

so lets burn this January flame
and be innocent
guilty only of loving one another