Sensual pleasing
Deep kneading
Hands cleaving
Fingers feeding
Heavy breathing
Pelvis leading
All the things I’m thinking
Take what’s left
Take my breathe
Soulful theft
Your body blessed
Feel your chest
Find your crest
Lick the juices from my cleft
Pull your hair
Steal my air
Skin so fair
Our vessels bare
Blue eyes stare
My heart I swear
Every answer to my prayer
A lonely owl on tree did perch,
Looking down on she on hearth.
The missing piece of my Atom,
The Zoe I could not fathom.
That night the elements of fire & water did kiss.
Kindred Spirits melding and twist.
At night dreaming of you so splendidly
Together going forth by day a reverie.
Lessons repeat, A moth to light.
Old souls retreat—Young hearts burn bright.
Like the chord, all it took was a second key.
Unlock my heart and gather what’s within me.
Dwelling on the cocaine years.
Heart still beats but reels in fears.
A fountain welling with past lovers tears.
From moments unknown parts of me unfold.
What once was warm now turned cold.
Who could ever fit my impossible mold?
Stars dwindle as things could’ve been.
If time be infinite, it already happened then.
Only through death was I born again.
Deranged mind of the sot
Outside I smile yet inside there’s rot.
Addictive wont’s fueling vice of sloth.
Yet time both covers and heals all things.
An empty parish now praises and sings
For this love so radiant as Saturn’s ring’s
Found in this world, I’ll find you in the next
No longer alone, no longer vexed.
Leave the past behind, for now we are blessed.
Dreams & thoughts to hearken upon,
Her lending ear working ardent & gone.
Tiny moments I had wished to share
Dissipated in time as ash in air.
A tall order of short words to dry the lips.
Distance & anger help clench the fists.
Transcendental contemplation.
Two dimensional conversation.
Two rafts of castaways lost at sea.
Do not drift from, come back to me.
The tide is ruthless & takes us from shore.
So take my heart, there’s still much more.
Shed light on this Shadow once worn,
Despising the feminine, even of whom I am born.
A wicked boy plucking at petals of rose.
True gambit in the Game of Throes.
A lonely owl on tree did perch,
Looking down she on hearth.
The missing piece of my Atom,
The Zoe I could not fathom.
That night the elements of fire and water kissed.
Kindred Spirits melding and twist.
At night dreaming of you so splendidly
together going forth by day a reverie.
Lessons repeat, A moth to light.
Old souls retreat—Young hearts burn bright.
Like the chord, all it took was a second key
Unlock my heart and gather what’s within me.
Holding you close, like cards to the chest.
Can you hear my heart, can you feel what’s bereft?
Scars that never healed, callused to stone.
A pebble in a landslide on its way home.
Love gives words more meaning than sex.
Feminine natures much like my ex.
Climbing and reaching out of self dug holes.
find not a lending hand, but Charon & tolls.
Presented with a misogynists end,
Picket line at my funeral—no amends…
Ten plus years since this heart last fluttered.
Tempered & seared—still fear of words once uttered.
Now I poke and jest just to hear your laughter.
Pondering oft if she is some form of rapture.
Of them all, she the sum.
The rising of my Sun.
The bright Moon in my darkness.
No longer empty and heartless.
It’s been over a decade on the run
yet how do I feel so much so soon.
To see those blues eyes in the Sun,
to taste your lips under the Moon.
Seeing me as I wish to be seen,
Outside of this flesh and bone.
What is reality—Life is dream,
Where your heart is my home.
Once a nightmare, now fantasy,
Both devils and angels living vicariously.
Her stunning appearance gravitates everyone around.
Curves like living proof of no straight lines—
the Earth is round.
Untarnished hair flowing to the base of the spine.
Our eyes locking like lips; if we be alone I’d waste no time.
Pulling you close, I’ll show you the most.
Passion increasing—tongue down throat.
Taste your soul, feel your heart, curl your toes.
Close the blinds and keep it down so no one knows.
In this sandbox I can’t keep my hands off.
Sights & senses so pleasing to me
touched by another I feel jealousy.
Lips so ripe it only feels right,
to drink you in and make love all night.
This life it weighs on thee.
Bound to material,
the physical we endure combatively.
Earth-born all is ephemeral.
Ancient works uncovered,
only intensify a burden.
We are fallen angels unfeathered,
—of that I am certain.
Two into one, of three we be.
Yet unto one a return,
and of three they see.
Of transcendent planes we yearn.
Mortality the prescription,
sense perception an unawakened state.
Past loves I’m missin’-
dwelling on the things I hate.
Of those from within,
and those of without.
Some just trying to win,
others filled with doubt.
On heavens light we pretend,
the end we cannot comprehend.
Seek and ye shall find,
an aeon not bound by time.
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