Poems from El.Bee

Sometimes when we are standing alone in the kitchen  I picture you kissing me.    Your tongue dancing with mine. I picture you flipping me...
When I think of you                    sometimes my stomach flips.  Not alwyas in that "good way"         well,      Most of the time is...
The belief of who you were is as irrelevant as crayons to dog food, As irrational as a giving a toddler keys to drive home, and as...
I dreamt of you last night.  I miss you a great deal today.  I miss who you were yesterday.  Or was it years ago?   Dreams make it tough...
Escape "reality" in something beautiful        Become lost  I find myself constantly lost                In your eyes                In...