Unrequited

I wish there was an exorcism for love.

Light a scented candle, sprinkle some holy water

Mumble a few quick chants and hey, presto!

You're all done.

I wish there was a brain bleach for memories.

Just scrub those special moments right outta your head

Forget how he smiles, the sound of his voice

Boom! It's gone.

But if I'm being honest,

What I really wish for is a simple spell

A small desire made whole and real

A path to his heart

That's all I want.

Tiny

Wine soaked wonderful wishes,
Dreams made still and blue
This is what I think of,
When I think of you.

Ebenezer Scrooge repents

Well, maybe true love's not a myth
Maybe to find it, you gotta pay a tithe
Kiss a few frogs, break a few hearts
Ignore a few stupid false starts.

And maybe while I'm sitting in my corner sulking.
The spectre of spinsterhood looming hulking
Mr. Not-Quite-Right-but-Perfect-for-Me
Will sneak right up and set me free!

Ebenezer Scrooge laments

Love, bah!
It's a myth, it's gotta be.
When I was three, I believed.
In true love and the tooth fairy.
When I was thirteen I believed.
In true love and that boy down the street.
When I was twenty three I believed.
In true love and the man of my dreams.
Well guess what.
The tooth fairy was my mommy.
The boy never liked me.
And as for the man of my dreams?
That nightmare still haunts me.
So don't talk to me about love, my friend.
That's not the world I live in.
Mr. Right took a wrong turn,
But Mr. Wrong's just right for me.

Mountain Man

He looks at me
Serious and sturdy as the mountains
That form the bedrock of his soul.
I think to myself,
You're held together by strings and scruples
Rendered cold and alone
By a fire banked so low, you've forgotten
How the heat of that flashpoint warmed your bones
Made you burn, and made you yearn.
Or maybe I'm just an empty vessel waiting to be filled.
Looking for signs where none exist, 

Looking for love in all the wrong places.

And yet.
I see you looking when you think I'm not looking.
I see that smile that lights your eyes only for me.
I read your face and listen to your silence,
And inside I'm shouting, inside I'm screaming
Waiting for you to cast off those chains
Unlock those restraints
Put your hands on me, and warm me with your mouth
Make me burn, and make me yearn.

Casual Sex

I want to have sex, he says.
With you, I say.
What, he says, blank.
Say, I want to have sex with you, I say.
Make me feel like a person.
Show me I'm more.
More, he says, but doubtfully.
Yes, more.
More than just a faceless voiceless warm body.
More than a temporary plug for the void inside you.
The void you want to move into me,
To make me a creature of your wants, your needs.
Casual sex is okay, I say.
But take me out to dinner first.
And give me cuddles after.
Make love with me, I say.

Casually.