Can't Get Enough

What I know about her is but topics few

not only does she write, but also reviews

short hand stories read aloud to

tech-head nerdophiles addicted to the news

Subtly revealed to me all the clues

that lead me to believe I sought the blues

Tried my best to abide my rules

that day she laced her running shoes

I've had more and less love to lose

endowing my wounds, she left a bruise

which bled quite black like spoiled fruit

and turned my attention back to the roots

Perhaps I hadn't thought it through

but, what is a conventional man to do?

the night my eyes were brave to woo

that curious guilt that she felt too

Small Treasures

With no pretence,
or formentioning,
only a smile like hers
could tear through a crowd.

Was I
blinded by the trail of lights,
deafened at the sound?
I was.

My eyes were not my own
drifting ever astray.
beauty gazed at me,
kisses flew from her lips.

Was I
numb to the rhythm,
intoxicated at the scent?
I was.

Perhaps I had it wrong,
could I be the one?
Almost naked in her stare
falling fast to no where.

Were there
little treasures in the air,
crystallizing on the tip of my tongue?
There were.

Oscillovers

I think about how I saw her on the grass that night,
how she glowed in the dark,
and how she captured me when our eyes met.
We were like magnets,
bouncing off of each others positives.
And when we  spoke,
sharing nervous laughs and subtle gestures of curious nature,
I already knew.

You're a jagged edge
a smooth, and lovely cliff,
off of which, I am anxious
to dive.

You are the wind
the deafening, whisling,
screaming, amorphous whisper
absorbed.

she thinks he's charming
the way he talks about his life
and how he works so dedicated

I talk above them
letting my voice fall
You are in the sound