i have a crush on you

you don’t really know me
and i don’t know you

i hope to meet you
one day
and to be able
to say something witty
and cute

and then to say something interesting
that sparks your interest
and opens up the space between us
for comfortable conversation

but it’s so much more difficult
when i already feel this emotion

and i don’t know you

i love love love you

it may seem silly
but it’s true
it doesn’t make sense
and i just don’t care

when we’re walking
i want to hold your hand
when we’re talking on the phone
i think about you

and i love the way that your smile
turns down at the corners
like you’re not really happy
but you totally are

you are beautiful

so perfectly human
you walk amongst mere mortals
like an angel
surrounded by light
and clothed in white feathers
and gold

you smile
and everything is alive

even your name
makes me think
what is love?
and how it moves me
like a puppet

and how can it be true
that you own me completely
and you don’t even know

unrequited love

once i fell in love
with a mirage
a reflection
so beautiful
she held me in awe

you see,
life moves on
and she is not a statue
or a painting
to be admired

she is a woman,
a person.
and her neck is as graceful as an alabaster cliff
and her hair falls in spinning rivulets
and she moves like a mixture of summer and laughter
and i’m sure there are angels that follow her everywhere she goes

so i can’t look at her
she’s too miraculous
too amazing

and i’m not sure it’s really love
but it’s something like it

what is love?

love is love
really
it can be so many different things

love can be
  • work
  • peace
  • anger
  • weakness
  • selfish
  • caring
  • less
  • flight
  • wealth
  • sharing
  • childhood
  • a mystery
  • longing

 
It’s just never the same. it keeps moving and flying and changing like some magical kaleidoscope of insanity, or a mystical calliope of comfort and depression. The tune plays for one and then for another. The magical creatures go round and round, and up and down.

And we all pay our token, or remain content to watch from the sidelines, because we don’t want to be the kid who ate too many deep fried twinkies and blew chunks all over the magical, mystical sidewalk of love.

every moment

when you whisper in my ear
and i feel your neck against my nose
and your smell is a part of everything in my brain
when our skin is touching

when we don’t need to talk
and you want to hear me anyway

when your softness surrounds me

when the waterfalls all flow out to space
and the snow is everywhere in the streets

when the sparkles
leak out of our bodies
and we can’t remember our names

extra kisses

it’s time to go
there’s never enough time
so we steal a few smooches

and just a few more

now it’s time to go
and we really need just a little more cuddling
and a few more kisses

because there’s never enough love
and never enough kisses
and never enough cuddles
to last till the next time