In the AM...

its almost 2.AM Where you are
And you are still awake
Hey! The damage is already done
you can never keep our sun
from burning
And you can still ignite This moon
howling and hurling
dressed in the winds of your love
i blow to the ball of our exotic melancholy
sipping the snow clouds of distance
in my raining flames cup
until you come up
with something that i don't know
that astonishing and raw
among the scattered autumn leaves
a wreck less tear of mine packs and leaves
to the lands of promises on my sheet
to where we eventually meet
for a breathing break
for all times sake
As we sink in high hopes lake
and never come out
its a wonderful world in the depth
we get sensually dissolved
that we euphorically spout
at the splash of a drift
there on the shores of longing
we lay naked
bare of masks and figures
conceived of rusts and shivers
we swoon
wearing our silver moon
of hunger
in our heads we are the evergreen trees
and the blooming roses
the poisoned daggers and the flesh
in our heads we are that ancient
and fresh
we show what we won't show
and grow cherries in fields of snow
in our heads we are birds
leading magical herds of burning
butterflies
we cry to sleep in our heads
and cradle our fears with desperate lullabies
in our heads we are the answers
we are too afraid to ask about

Still awake?
nursing the soar soul to rest
i wrap my verse arms around you
may be you can feel the warmth
your restless being tuck me into every night
more Coffee in the AM
this hotel room is too crowded and empty
too cold in the ironed sheets
but you are the fireplace of my hearthold
So Burn
for all times sake
such a mad prose
when i horrifically pose 
to your beautiful mind
As clumsy
as perfect as ugly
beneath the mountains of your patience
i ride my chances
i choreograph your dances
in the rings of my smoke
then we talk the talk
And walk the walk
around the gardens of our sarcastic revelations 

I get you stuff when i go out
and pick your favorite books of every bookstore i visit
or i suppose they suit your taste
i cook you meals you never taste
and do you laundry that is not yours
i get in dresses you haven't seen
but had seen you
And i walk in streets you didn't cross
but they only miss you
I go to parks you never been to
where benches keep asking me about you
Reflection of your sculpted body
sparks when i window shop
in hand with your invisible hand
And a long Starbucks black Coffee Cup
i carry your heart in my heart
(e.e Cummings wouldn't mind that heart theft)
i carry it with me
my love
for the love that we still to make
for now and all times sake

I get angry at my helpless self
And Sometimes at you
but i never tell
we get in this shell
together for a while
you make me laugh then
and i kiss your invisible lips
picking of your smiles my one
to wear for the day
till the next time we sway
i dream of scenarios for us to meet
i tear the mumbling sheet
it is not cheerful enough
people write about things they saw
to strangle them out of their memories closet
and shut them up for good
but i write about you for life
to see you rise off this rambling womb
to hold you out of the verse ribs
to lick you clean like a mother cat does to her newborns
i write you to protect you from my thorns
So that you don't bleed
and i get drunk on your blood
i write to crash the love bud
before Springtime
today i am loose
today i am ballad blues
I can hear Bukowski barking
at the gates of my loneliness Paradise
Where i let the blue bird out. 
It is still in the AM where we both end and begin
Me tossing my stanzas in the yearning ocean of your within
And you hanging in between the strings of a Daboo Ratnani fighting ring
wearing your Heart and a ripped Ten packs cloak of fire.