THE POET...

A  poet rescued me today,

It was not his charm, or generosity,

Rather, it was his wit, and mystery.

How he looked past me but caught my eye,

With his bare hand,

Touched the very bit I thought was far gone.

Thoughts lingered long after his gaze was no more.

I stand here,

Wishing, crying that with a single breath, he will remember the touch.

I brush my arm beside his, and the scent catches me,

Warming my heart, making my eyes wet with tears,

For I know my right is on my right.

But I was never one to follow the rules,

So I decide to run the yard,

After my rescuer, the poet with words that cut like a sword,

I will run after.

Happiness comes to those who want it,

And mine is no different a story.

Curse me if you may, but run I will.

Come with me, dear.

I know not where to lead you,

But I shall hold your hand.

His scent will be our guide,

His smile the never-ending light at the end of a bright day.

The grasp will never be loose,

For thoughts of his warm embrace will linger through many a day,

Every step farther brings us closer to the poet,

For the cause that stands before us is bigger than you or I.

Run with me dear,

To the happiness that is the poet.

Sometimes the right on your right, is wrong.

WILDEST DREAM...

I want to close my eyes,
So I can see more of you,
Because you become the most beautiful sight in my mind,
And I want it to remain that way.
 I hope one day you look back and say you miss me,
Say I was good enough,
Say if you could,
You would do it again,
Do me again.

I want to close my eyes,
And open my mouth,
Spread my lips, 
And tell you,
You are the best,
That I never had.

I want to close my eyes,
And dance,
Feel just you alone,
Although we are  in the biggest crowd.
You, my love, are the best memory I have yet.
These red lips, have no better taste than you.

I want to close my eyes because it is the only way I see you again.
You won't look back,
Even though I am rooted here, hoping you would.

Do you remember me?

I remember you,
And the day you told me I am your wildest dream,
Wish I came true. 

I have done a bad thing many a time,
But I wouldn't be me If I didn't have you as the best of them all.
Though wild, you, indeed, are a dream.

I want to close my eyes,
And as you stand right in front of me,
Have my fingers on your face,
The one I read so wrong,
Perhaps my touch will bring out the truth.

I want to close my eyes,
And remain so for as long as you are there with me,
Until the wildest dream comes true.