i still like coffee

your foot grazed mine
that chilly afternoon
i will tell you this later
next month
or last
and you will deny it

my feet sat quietly
(with the rest of me)
in puddle-soaked shoes
from standing water
outside
i will wade in
later today
as i wait for you

your car is green

do you remember
that night
later this evening
when your beautiful sparkling
blue-green eyes
filled with wonder
and secrets
that my heart desires
averted their attention
from my own

i don't even remember
the color of my eyes
i never look at them
not anymore
not in a long while
not ever before
but i remember when you glance
a gaze
into them
i recall the fluttering of my soul
as it flies out of my body
to fill all the space
in the room around me

do you remember that morning
tomorrow
when you will wake up
and not think a moment about that space
you caused my soul to fill
because i will
and do
and have
for a while
and for always

make me a liar
you've done made me a fool

fatigue

Who makes the rules about life?
And whycome none of these rules give people the freedom
for their hearts to sing lyrics and ballads?
Instead we are robots
to the rules
and definitions
this is terribly disconcerting to me
especially tonight, for some reason.
Tonight...on this eve of tomorrow.
And what is tomorrow, but another day
another opportunity for singing
but yet I am fearful
fearful that it is none of this
it is only another awakening,
another fulfillment of rules,
another rising and falling of the sun
and with it my soul,
it is only tomorrow
another abiding of definition
and I fear
I will ne'er sing
or laugh
or dance
only when I am told to do so.