As I lay here
Moving my hand slowly
Following the suns path
As it creeps quietly
From foot to calf
And up your thigh
To the ribbed cliffs
And your alpine chest
Past your mouths pool
Finally on your eyes
Giving my morning lips
Their own landing pad
Good sunrise my sweet
The problem for most
Things isn’t figuring them
Out because most things
Are figured out the
Problem with most things
Is the problems faced
After the problems are
Figured out answers are
Never just the answers
Answers in reality are
Simply the next questions
Just one more time
One more look back
One more go at
Things one more time
To be together like
One more swing on
The tire one more
Trip down the slide
Like one more sunset
From the balcony together
One more taste of
Something gleefully ticklingly delicious
Things that you enjoy
Are never really over
There’s always one more
In reality or memory
Omg I almost forgot
How could I have
Have forgotten to tell
You this how did
My world become bigger
Than you to eclipse
You like a cloud
And just now cleared
Bathing me in moonlight
And at last this
Thought I love you
Right here right now
And all of the
Time when I wasn’t
Even thinking of you
I have nothing to say
Perhaps I should stay
Silent lest I say
Something wrong something hurtful
Maybe what I think
And what I say
Are two different things
How does one thing
Start as one thing
But when finally spoken
Turn into something else
I suppose the same
Way that people become
Ghosts first once loving
And then eventually haunting
