By sarah dragonfleyes@msn.com
Date: 16 October 1999

blue velvet

if i were sylvia plath
maybe all these words would work
and maybe i could yell and scream
in such a way as to sound poetic
and make you fall in love with my passionate anger
that if you saw my anger overflowing
for you and the tears you caused
you would say what passion and there you 
would be kneeling holding your head to my
breast
but hey, i don't have "shoes" or a "daddy" to write
of, i only have my life simple in its words
and simple in its emotions even though i 
would like to overcompensate for my lack
of creativity and put you in my life through
these words that if you are written you are real
am i writting you? you haven't materialized yet
so its not working, have i told you that i've dreamt of you?
your face haunts me sometimes, i see it
then you decide that you want to run away with tigers
or be taken away in a flood, overwhich i am left to 
argue with my mother that i am not the cause of.
but i dream of you, especially in those lonely moments
and i cry out for you, wishing more then anything
that i could lean my head on your shoulder and just
let it all go, just let it all go for someone, i've never 
been good at letting go, and i probably still wouldn't be with you
around, but i would like to think that your love could change 
that, oh i forgot to tell you who you are.......
you my dream lover, you are the man, who whispers to me
in the night, the one who holds me tight the one who
thinks that even naked, i am the most beautiful woman
alive
and you listen to chopin and you love ben harper
and you secretly read the bible in your free time
then you also want to jump into freezing waters of lake
michigan in early march, you want to laugh outloud in a 
fancy restaurant and you want to tickle my feet as i play with your
hair.........
i've called out to you so many times, and i wonder when your
gonna appear on the spot, like the green lantern or superman
i guess you have to find your telephone booth to change in yet, and
you have to find a safe place to store those glasses, guess i'll see you
tonight.......
in my dreams