was it really interesting?

and we fell
not once or twice
but forever
then we got back up
and saw ourselves reflected
eyes don't lie
and neither does your face
we are honest
and i like that about us

and you told me
innocently asked for what you needed
desperate for something familiar
held me and never once expected
anything more than what i could offer
thank you
that was just what i needed
no pleading

and i gave to you
no fear or promises either
just moments
simple and with respectful eyes
heart spilling open
then opening thighs
the rain today was a sensory reminder
cold impends upon the season
it's beautiful

rhyme for an old friend who's too cool for school

illusions of what has been drift amongst pages
turned in a box of vestibule phases
dreams dissipate the political concious
energy melts into meteorific conciousness

eyes speak to moments dripping with wonder
ears then awaken to unexpected thunder
a message can tilt towards a life now asunder
placidly drifting upon games where we plundered

and moonstrokes paint images soft upon sky
leaving confusion as we ponder why
and a hand that once caressed upon innocent thigh
leans towards buttons that later deny