Rescuing the Princess

There are fairy tales left to be written we haven't unearthed them all yet.
Tales of conquest, tales of the heart, of dragons yet unmet.
They are waiting so pick up your pen, open your laptop, roll up your sleaves.
The princesses swoon, the werewoolves are waiting for another full moon.
A world of magic histories of giants, the glory and the gore.
You know their world you have studied their time.
Reveal us they scream for there isn't much time.
Through us your years of research can speak
closing a chapeter of life on the brink

Nameless

Give me a hand to take in my own
fingers soft and long.
Give me the stars on a cloudless night
and I'll wonder if I belong.
Give me a squeeze that doesn't let go
Give me the headlights the freeway at night and I've never been so alone.
Give me the age spots spackled across veins arching bluish green.
What words will never adequately convey palm to palm can do.
Let me take your hand in mine and look into your eyes
bypassing the confusion.
A squeeze speaks to the soul
No need to remember names.