if i fall, you'll die

it appears now

That we are in a lab-like place

i am sorry

i hear the calls to pull you in

but how can i save you

my darling?

i tried love

but it turns out

you're alergic to that

i tried honesty

but it only propels you

into the arms of another

and infatuation

only brings you part-way

i am truly sorry

but i fail to understand

the physics of it all

i'm a simple man

i just want someone who can return my intense passion

like an unbridled flame, one as hot as the sun!

rather than running off with it

to drown in my vast ocean of thoughts and words

to suffocate.

that's all i ask

even the walls in my room

can take my endless profession of love

without complaining

But my hope and patience have no limits

only breaks in-between

when my heart is broken

i run off to the hills and mend it

only to re-emerge

with even less memory than before

is that penance?

and what will i be next?

The "hero"

saving you from a black knight?

or the gift you couldn't open before New Years?

maybe even a psychiatrist

either way

one thing's for sure

eventually your closet will be empty of disguises

to by-pass my security

and when that happens

i'll take my fleet and depart

to conquer some foreign land

only to return

with less men than before

because there's strength in numbers

i think i'm in love!

sshhhh...
silence!
you must understand
this is a delicate situation
that requires the utmost finesse

it's taken us months
to find this rare and illusive situation
don't say it too loudky
or you'll scare it away
just a hairs breath
and the whole thing will come
crashing down
keep it close
keep it safe
keep it hidden
our only hope for survival is
to tip-toe quietly
carefully
Please
try not to touch or step on anything
as you make your way through

The Tigress

so it was the two of them
in a tiny apartment
he
a hopeless romantic
mostly hopeless

she was a tigress
and this was her cave

And he would come around
in hopeful times
hoping that she would let him in

for reasons like
calling out to her fire escape
with a bottle of wine
hoping it was the language of love

and if he was lucky
it was
and she'd let him in

So he would come in
and they would sit down
across from each other
in the tiny apartment
bursting with leisure
and hippie crap

He would tell her romantic things
and she would grin at him
as if
he was what's for dinner

and wine and hippie crap
would fall out their mouths
until the sunset
or the sky was invisible

All the while
she thinking of the gorgeous meal
she scarred away
months back

And all the while
his mind fixed on the romantic
unaware
of how hopelessly hopeless he was

Not even months
but weeks later
i ran into the poor conned
chump
I mean he was truely hopeless
nothing ever added with him
just took away
so i asked him
if he was still keeping tabs on that tigress
the one he was hunting

And he said-
"You know?
For long moments of time
I would sit outside her cave
and watch her
So i watched her as she left one day
and she never came back"