Not Finished Yet

Every time you touch me
Every time you're near
A feeling over takes me
One I can't steer clear.

When your hand is in my hand
When you twist and turn my fingers
The butterflies start to flutter
A sensation starts to linger.

Running Fast

Running through the forest in the dark.
No sudden movements, no slight remarks.
Feeling free, running fast,
No hard times, making this last.
Feeling the wind against my face.
Running faster, why should I be a disgrace?
I'm tired of being me, and what you see.
Let go of my hand, please set me free.

Bunny-dom

Like a chocolate easter bunny
On the outside
I seem substantial,
Even festive at times.

You admire the candy eyes
and my bonnet,
Your mouth watering
as you get ready to
take that first bite,
To learn my first tale
of bunny-dom.

And then you find,
When you've bitten my ears,
I'm hollow inside.

Bipolar

You're as extreme as the leaves are red
in a Northeast autumn
vibrant, beautiful anger
falling down;
one moment, you're as calm
as a glowing sunrise;
the next, a screaming thunderstorm -
glaring eyes flashing angry looks.
Shattered dishes, broken glass,
distance in a single room -
the remains of a duel
that is hardly won, when you are
the only one with a weapon drawn