Inspiration deux

Flicka flicka flicka!
Here you are
Cata cata cata!
Caterpillar girl
Flowing in
And filling up my hopeless heart
Oh never never go

Dust my lemon lies
With powder pink and sweet
The day I stop
Is the day you change
And fly away from me

You flicker
And you're beautiful
You glow inside my head
You hold me hypnotized
I'm mesmerized...

Your flames
The flames that kiss me dead

Inspiration

Sweetest Fanny,

You fear, sometimes, I do not love you so much as you wish? My dear Girl I love you ever and ever and without reserve. The more I have known you the more have I lov'd. In every way - even my jealousies have been agonies of Love, in the hottest fit I ever had I would have died for you. I have vex'd you too much. But for Love! Can I help it? You are always new. The last of your kisses was ever the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest. When you pass'd my window home yesterday, I was fill'd with as much admiration as if I had then seen you for the first time. You uttered a half complaint once that I only lov'd your Beauty. Have I nothing else then to love in you but that? Do not I see a heart naturally furnish'd with wings imprison itself with me? No ill prospect has been able to turn your thoughts a moment from me. This perhaps should be as much a subject of sorrow as joy - but I will not talk of that. Even if you did not love me I could not help an entire devotion to you: how much more deeply then must I feel for you knowing you love me. My Mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into a body too small for it. I never felt my Mind repose upon anything with complete and undistracted enjoyment - upon no person but you. When you are in the room my thoughts never fly out of window: you always concentrate my whole senses. The anxiety shown about our Love in your last note is an immense pleasure to me; however you must not suffer such speculations to molest you any more: not will I any more believe you can have the least pique against me

Your affectionate, J. Keats

You'll be missed

Dear John

Sad Eyes

Dear Joan,

I don't like the things you don't say
Leaving it for such a long long time
Why do you show me those sad sad eyes
Each time you decide to pass on by

And when you smile those sad eyes
Look sadder and sadder still

Autumn's hue in those sad eyes
Makes me love and love them more
I'll have a bath, I'll make the dinner
And then I'll go wait for a long long time
But still you've not passed my door

And when you smile those sad eyes
Look sadder and sadder still

I can tell that you're lonely
But it seems now
There's nothing you want me to do
So I won't try to take the sadness
From those eyes that I love
Leave it open for someone else to

And when you smile those sad eyes
Look sadder and sadder still

Trying to hold it together
Keep my love as light as a feather
Sad eyes baby it's been such a long time
Keep my heart breaking in the dark
Come and spend the night

Trying to hold it together
Keep my love as light as a feather
Sad eyes baby it's been such a long time
Keep my heart breaking in the dark
Come and spend the night

Sad eyes, sad eyes, sad eyes...

Sun and Moon

Dear John,

Though we are separated by the strongest of distances skin to skin, my heart remains right next to yours when I am sleeping and you, awake. Sun and moon, we are torn by the world yet connected through and through. As long as I have your heart’s expression through key, the lock will remain undone. The distance makes the heart grow stronger, I tell myself and I know you hear too. Fragments of sentimental illusions stir up your temporary existence within the walls of this city allowing for the tranquility of solitude to disappear momentarily. Your impression remains within the shifting of sounds – one by one – there you are and there you go. Like ruined feathers, soaring with grace and hesitation, burdened by the idea of falling.



You are there to catch me.

Sonnet XI

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.
Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.
Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day
I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,
your hands the color of a savage harvest,
hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,
I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,
the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,
I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,
hunting for you, for your hot heart,
like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue

How to simply avoid hurt feelings

I promise this is all you have to do, happiness and great sex will flow like Champagne.

Buy flower(s) on occasion for no reason.
Acknowledge sweet lady friend in public.
Do introduce to friends.
Respond to every sneeze with bless you.
Cunnilingus.
Open doors.
Saying sweet things will get you everywhere.

Remember, in general hurting a special someones feelings is not attractive whether intentional or not.

Fools Stand on Their Island Alone

Dear Johny,
We have a problem. I feel captive on an island where only the two of us exist together. The bond and moments we share are kept secret and are highly guarded, and then disregarded in public. Are you trying to keep us from everyone? What are you afraid of..Why can't you just look me in the eyes and tell me how you feel.Confusion and hurt feelings are not going to sustain this relationship for long.

Stormy Weather

Dear John,

At first I missed you with all the tiny fibers inside me. I missed you at night. I missed you in the slow afternoon. I missed you when I ate meat or yogurt or when I cried. I missed you when you were on the phone with me. I took sexy pictures of myself and sent them to you and wrote long letters, which is something I'd never considered doing with a lover. It felt very heavy to miss you so much. My bones felt massive and my face felt hot like an explosion. So, now I miss you less. I miss you when I'm able and it works out much better for us both. I could feel you inching away, even across states, in response to my new nature. It was like a vine curling in the opposite direction. It hurt very little; it was just a drop in the bucket and I began to appreciate these natural responses. I wish I could watch everything unfold uncontrolled from a bay window with a blue blanket on my lap.

Welcome Home

Dear John,

I am really, really worried you won't like me anymore. It's been so long, and you've seen so much. I am just the same person I was before you left.