Scared Ectasy
My heart beats loud in my ears
(can't you hear it too?
I'm so frightned the noise
will scare you away)
when you smile at me
from across these lonely desks
in Biology 101.
In the cafeteria we order
the same vegetarian quiche,
a silly food, a silly name,
I feel silly writings yours
on my napkin, again and again.
I call the radio stations,
requests songs for us,
and I hope you are listening,
terrified you might be;
someday we'll be used to each other,
but for now I'll enjoy my fears,
my love.
Till Death Do Us Part
Don Maclean and Yanni,
I tolerate those wimpy songs
when I think of you.
You wear sweaters,
I wear jeans;
lets take a trip to the diner,
eat pizzas together,
grow old and fat, side by side;
you can have the left side of the bed,
I'll take out the garbage,
we'll name our kids after your grandad-
you're my future best idea.
Ah, Sweet Yearning
Limpid pools of blue
Your eyes make me want to do
Things found in an ancient book
And adventure magazines
fording streams
fighting fires
fulfilling all your wild desires
Just to catch one small look
From your magical eyes
I'm o'ercome with sighs.
Darling Clementine
I do not hate you, Clementine,
I do not hate the way you smell,
lavender, the way you feel when
I stroke your hair, touch your arm,
when I punch you in the belly with
my left fist, my right fist is still
broken, from that fight with your
father. I do not hate your face,
my dear, your lips I kiss, cheeks
I brush with my fingertips, nose
I broke in an accident, your father
broke mine too. I do not hate your
bottom, or your back, or that place
on your neck, cigarette burned, rope
scarred. I do not hate you, in fact
I love you, this knife is for us both,
darling Clementine.