you own me..you know.

you own me..you know.
___________________
There is a
Flight of
Renegade
Butterflies
Raging War
inside my
gut Tonight..
as I stand
here like a
Putty-Stone,
Drowning in
the Sad Oceans
of Your Moon-
struck Eyes.

You own Me,
You Know..
and I Hope you
Realize just
how far your
stare travels
through My
Mind.

(to that Place
Lonely Echoes
once occupied.)

_

Since I'm not
the type to look
Gift-Angels
in The Mouth,
I will not ask
what I did to
deserve your
Kisses.

I'll just stand
here like a Heart-
Sick Fiend
making Wishes.

(which your
Presence
has already
granted.)

j.s.h.