Thinking of You (II)

Not afraid of rejection, but terrorized that
you can cause me to crumble.
Brown eyes that see this lonely heart’s pain;
When I’m too close to mumble,
you are a vat of goo to sink into
releasing my doubts, weakness, tears.
So angelic, so down to earth,
getting down in the grime and dirt.
You boil the frost condensed on my hardened heart,
with smile jolts past my groggy, depression clutching my joy, yanking it up from my heart, through my throat, and to my lips.
I grin uncontrolled thirsty for your kiss greater than I demand milk after swallowing habareros whole.
Real only when I hear your laugh in this Antarctic desert’s emptiness; birds in fake tuxedoes surround me.
Craving your embrace more than a good night’s rest after a day packed full of packing tombstones to my grave.
Grasping for your hand unrestrained knowing the derelict will not be turned away. I am fragile,
but cross out my packaging’s cracked cup when you hold me.
If only, all of the tones of your voice could be recorded
and broadcast worldwide, there would be no war.
Dedicated to Heather LeAnn Catlett ( Kitty )