your love is a dream

I keep walking
and going about my business,
but I’m somehow lighter
like there’s clouds in my pockets.

I don’t know why,
you don’t even exist,
and clouds must be angel farts,
and you’re an angel.

your face is like candy
and i bet you smell
a little bit like people
and a little bit like flowers.

Is it wrong
for me to think that you’re beautiful,
just because you shared your smile with me?

resting on me my love

when it’s late at night my love
and you’ve fallen asleep
with your head on my chest

i just look at you
and stroke your hair
and think about how beautiful you are
and how glad i am
that i can admire you
like a beautiful sculpture
of a beautiful sleeping woman

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

love poem to girlfriend

i love the little tiny hairs
on your neck
and i love the way that you giggle
when they touch my lips

and the smell of the place
behind your ear
is absolute insanity
inside my brain

being your lover
is electric
and soft and delicate

and your toes taste
absolutely amazing

love on rye, hold the mayo

yeah, i’ll take a couple of slices
of the good love
that kind, right there.
cut it nice and thick
stack it on there, for real
with stone ground mustard
and some of that home-made slaw

wrap it in paper and a side of fries
a little garlic salt
malt vinegar

maybe i’ll save it for later

or eat half now while i wait
and enjoy the rest for lunch at work

never again

i’ll never see her again
i wouldn’t know if it if i did
my eyes are so cloudy now
and my soul is so lost

like a single rain-drop in the desert

only hoping to be
what she could have wanted
or what could have been worthy

life goes on

somehow we continue
with or without our love

stronger for the experience
more experienced for the love
and alive

life goes on

i miss you

i was just thinking about you
and wondering if you were thinking about me
because it’s been a while since i’ve heard your sweet voice
and felt the tingle that you make me feel

and it’s almost time
for us to talk
and i’m a little excited

and then i call you
and your name pops up
before i dial
because you called me
just a few seconds earlier

i just love it
when that happens