ChaosRoulette

Please be an angel, Or I’ll die chasing beauty, Telling myself, “No Circles.”In folded forests we slip, Worlds apart, Hold fast your wit Or I’ll lose myself on your tongue.But please be an angel, I wait for you each night, Telling myself, “It’s ok.”Telling myself, “No Circles.”

To say I loved you in some cliched way, Like the burning of a thousand suns, Or with the passion of a Shakespearean tongue, In terrible metaphors and atrophied puns, With tired similes and forgettable thumbs, Through weary eyes or in ways not done, Would belittle my love, And that won’t do.Put simply, nothing loves, Not how I love you.I love you below, between and above.I love you the way you deserve to be loved.

Unnaturally, she falls from trees painted bare by winter in my mind, Concrete shadows chasing days she swears were yours. Patiently, unwilling but carefree, she falters peacefully into the waters, Bubbles, silent, trace letters in the reflection of my world Trivial, these little matters, we float on by, by airs we float on graces; Traditions and social uprisings, we gather with our leaves And by Spring, repaint the trees in airs, in visions of you.

Each sacred syllable of your name Lilts upon my tongue, gifted Ideal and beautiful, whispered Zealous and sacred. Ample and pure, to feed my desires, Breath in my lungs and air in my fires. Each holy intonation, Trapped in my soul. Hold on to this, lover, this lover I hold.

Sit quiet, not in solitude, But in peace, be at peace. Be forgiving, not judgemental, Once at least, once at least. Appreciate the sunrise, Thank the East, thank the East. Love with all you are, Love's a feast, Love's a feast.And when the moments right, Then you'll know, then you'll know. And when the stars align, It will show, it will show. Live and be the tide, Ebb and flow, ebb and flow. And things will be alright, Take it slow, take it slow.

Remember me when it snows For you know I loved the snow.Not the cold, nor the ice, Nor the melt nor the flow.Not Snowmen, nor snowballs, Nor freezing, nor toesThat feel frozen, or bitten. Not smitten by footprintsOr Angels in snow; Simply the white.I'm sad when it goes.So when I, too, am gone, And the weather turns coldWhen the year is still young And the world growing oldWhen the day is too long And sets fear in your bones;Remember me, happy, Whenever it snows.

Meeting you In the first breath of a season I'd never known Somewhere between Winter and SpringAn imperfect bubble popped And we spilled out Tumbling into viewI was ineloquent laughter, You, unspeakable truth.Denying the shape or forms of clouds Or thoughts of welcome proof. You made a gift of the morning sun, Inspired me in unknown tongues, And peeled apart the moon.My midnight, Layer by layer, Became you.

Cast adrift in the mouth of the night I have long since forgotten the secret to sleep I remember, at times like this, the shape of your mouth The taste of your kiss Your soft bottom lip Held between my teeth.Exquisite, be exquisite, be something beautiful I can describe With my finest words, draped like silk on the idea of you Incredible, you leave me speechless, breathless, Delicate, each curve of your face With exceptional, mythic beauty Your kiss, graceful, planted on me And I am lucky, like Samson given strength By your hairCall it wishful thinking, that I may wake each morning with your hand in mine In lieu of waking, dream, at least,...