The gazelle

Run free! Run free!
Forget about me
I don't want to be a tear on your cheek
I don't want a sigh to be uttered for me.

Run free! Run fast!
Don't ever look back
Look towards your future
A smile and a laugh
Don't let my dark face ever color yours black
Love would never bear to hold your heart back
Love would never bear to see your heart sad

Ebola of the tongue

The taste of love
Is the blackest taste on your wretched tongue
When it's a song that can never be sung
A blissful sweet melody never to be hummed
Is it better to know that taste
And be constantly haunted by its memory?
"It's better to have loved and lost..."
I may just disagree.

What blissful dreams we have...

I lay
Languid
Floating
Face-down, then face up
In a pool of warm brown coffee
Soothing
The light from a disco ball
Shining shimmering on black walls
And from the black ceiling falls
Sleepy music that does nothing but calm
And then you are here
Black bathing suit, pony tail hair
I lay back and float like despair
Wait for your backstroke to beckon you near

The bittersweet dream

Passion
Imprisioned
Heart beating inside my chest
Blood flows up my neck
Into my brain
And there breaks the chain

Bittersweet

I dream of you
Sweet sweet dreams
That will never come true