the forms of all my lovers : poetry

stars die for you

festival drinks
shining on ice
pink hair and dresses
we pay for overpriced
old plane tickets we love
  white doves on sunset boulevard
and hopes and dreams
tied up like garland roses
i'd trade it all for us dear

if you could smell the air
as clear as it was today

it smells like rain
like when we first met
i cry with the clouds
it's seven minutes past nine
hold onto me love
and i will never
run out of rhymes

if i could capture
this essence
into words
i would be sitting
on a pot of gold

for people search
for words so
sweet
i think of all
the softer things
and i realise
the harsh are still
so kind
to human skin
breathe me
i breathe you
rock salts
and crunchy sand
leaves fly in and out
of the sun's fine rays
i look to the ocean
she giggles
the sun
playing her part
in raining us in
together
tonight

he will fly away tomorrow
like a tender little
butterfly
these feelings i borrowed
are starting to become
heavy on my chest
please stay
one more night

he leaves
he has to leave
otherwise he'll have to fly
at dark
and he's terrified
of heights

rain on me
sweet sun
make it pour
for my lover
must he too
feel the drops
of life
on his warm
skin
for tonight
we are looking
at the same side
of the moon
make it rain for me
just so i know
he'll feel it too

if i cannot
bare him my heart
then give him my poetry
give him my name
as the rain drops
down on me
i will never fear
to love again
he showed me
the cracks of
freedom inside
a claustrophobic's
mind
i smile cause
god, with him
i've never run out
of rhymes