Date a literary girl

A Book Lover

Date a literary girl.
And she will take you to places you've never been.
Make love to a girl who reads
A girl who says she loves your library more than you :)
Kiss her on the lips as she reads intently from some obscure foreign novel.
Laugh as she brushes you aside and kisses you back absentmindedly and
With disarming distraction as she
Smiles and she runs her slender fingers curiously down your bookshelves.
Feel her excitement as she finds a book you love
And then she asks with delight to borrow it.
Because nothing is more extraordinary,
Nothing in the world could be more wonderful
Than a girl who loves my books.
YMC July 2013.

Sunshine

SJ: Sunshine

She lingers for awhile.
The Sunshine with a smile
But I feel her gaze drift.
There is a rift
Her boredom is palatable.
I coax her but it is useless.
She must leave.
My Sunshine with a smile
And darkness descends.

It is dusk.
YMC June 27th 2013

Adrift

Adrift in a vast sea
Alone in a small vessel
Afraid of the encroaching darkness.
Embrace your fear
Know no one lives forever.
YMC 2015

borrowed time

We don't own anything. We're only borrowing things for a time... even our youth... our bodies, our health. Everything we have we have only for a period of time. Ownership is just a fallacy that humans conjure up to avoid thinking of eternity.

wings - draft

I am walking down the concrete street
And I hear the thumping of a sound
That seems vaguely familiar.
A steady rhythmic sound
I feel the force of a wind
Behind my back, powerful
uplifting me
I do not feel my feet touch the floor
Oh my God I am flying
I feel the wings on my back
Making that steady rhythmic sound
Thumping - the beating of the air

The girl with the angel wings

I met a girl at the club. A girl with porcelain skin, and angel wings tattooed on her back. We talked a little bit. She came to support a friend. But she left early and her number I did not get. Damn. Now she flies through my dreams. A porcelain angel with tattooed wings on her back.

Love is short, forgetting is so long

if You meant her for me incline her heart to me.
otherwise remove this memory I have of her.
Her beautiful smile.
The memory of our witty conversations.
Remove them all
Let them fade like our footprints on the shoreline
Washed away by the tide of time.