The Magician

If I place my hands on either side
of the door that you lean up against,
Will you retreat into the darkness
Or steady yourself for my cool embrace?

As nights mesh together in nonsensibility,
I fear that your fingers will cease their movement;
Like a light breeze ghosting across my pale skin.
So you promise to never stray from this fraility.

How may one put full heart on these words?
For they are only abstractions, it is actions that need.
But there is nigh else to do but trust-
Close my eyes and fall feelings first.

No longer can I feel much, you observe of me,
You miss the importance, however, of my quiver.
The one of gleeful anticipation that reeks of you,
of mornings where we lay sweet-strewn and smiling.

So applaud the crowd and appease the begger, I say,
For without all the pieces of the set,
You cannot, my Magician, perform your woes
That surely tantalize my very being.

Perfection, At Last

for all the moments conspired in this world,
I know not one can match what we shared.
Beauty in its best to us unfurled
inside of when we are and always will be paired.

The distinct touch of your lips to mine
Makes me never to doubt us now,
What it is we create is too highly divine;
so it is to you that I bend, I do my vow.

Asleep at night you hold me tight,
with love and purity so strong.
I wake with a smile burning bright-
Because I know this is where I belong,

Between your arms safe and secure,
and I will hold you back as you so want
So that many nights we will endure,
With this love, we can never daunt.

Do that thing again, lean forward once more,
Press your lips to mine so I can fly.
In this universe with you I shall explore,
If you kiss me again, to you I will tie.

I Miss You, But Not Too Much

I really do not know why;
and I can’t keep up the lie
Of not wanting to try,
to reach out and grab that guy,
The one that took away to fly
far from the place I soar high,
now most of what I want is to try,
take your orders and defy,
rip your wings from the sky,
To bring you back into my eye,
keep you close and sing, ‘oh my!
how I love you when you’re close by,
and how I laugh at you when you imply,
That there are better places that supply
the feelings that we now so rely’.
I really do not know why
but I know I cannot lie,
and say I want to say goodbye.

I don’t know why I’m so blue;
because the warmth that was you,
has left me sitting saying adieu,
Waiting for a look at the old view
of before we turned everything askew.
Can’t recall all we’ve been through,
but I know it’s more than a few,
So I ask myself a question for two,
‘In times that seem so construe,
why was what we had so taboo –
happiness so hard to pursue,
And our love too complex to subdue,
Why couldn’t we just stay true?’
Instead our love that is now overdue,
will never make its great grand debut.
I don’t know why I’m so blue,
but I know from my heart’s tattoo
that it’s got something to do with you.

Now that I am equally paired
I feel no need to have this compared,
to a time before that needed repaired
By two unwilling and two impaired.
Thankfully we were certainly spared,
as our love in the past stands declared,
but the time that is now bared
Will be of anew kind of moments shared.
We went too hard and with too flared,
our heads were not cleared or prepared,
but we still leaped like nobody else dared.
Now that I am equally paired,
my smiles feel slightly aired
as we kiss, love and upon the time we ensnared.

The Flood, It Comes

In your fingertips
I find a sweet indulgence,
perspiration transferred moments
That reap out sensational nonsense.

In your arms
I find safety, security,
a feeling unknown to these winds
But welcomed more than ever.

In your eyes
I find jaded happiness,
twisted mingles of smiles
And a joy of staring back.

In your heart
I find undiluted desire,
a pull toward this being
That hastens the heat in my veins.

In your mind
I find unresolved freedom,
the contemplative states of many
Soon to discover more thoroughly.

In your soul
I find the most important light,
a gleaming of purity and beauty
A sight not befit for eyes,
so instead I look onto with my own soul.

With intuition I reach inward,
grasping at this presence of You
and wanting to become more apart of it.
So you have let me in,
time falls apart at its seams,
Dreams dance as lurid fire blazes through this capsule,
and thanks for the invitation inside.

In your soul,
I find a sliver of difference,
another existence new to here…
and now I know it is my soul,
the place in which its touched upon your Earth,
eroded a nice little nestling spot,
and my waters have filled the hole with exuberance.
I flow freely into you now and forever,
whether we are near or far there will always be
a pool of me inside the deepest parts of you.

The You In Me

The drones of this routine life
causes me to revert to thoughts;
of your arms holding me close,
Chocolate eyes that say more
than any words, any lyric
any action.

So I try my hardest now,
to think of what life was before you,
but I cannot recall it at all
It seems like a distant, empty past.
My purpose is in tuned and tied
to you.

I close my eyes to dream
of the future for myself,
but there is nothing there if you’re not.
My hand presses onto the paper,
still all my ideas are of
your influence.

There are these dreams that I keep,
a hope that dwells;
Of a garden, picket fences
and rounded bellies with your hand on top…
Then I feel childish and stupid,
for wanting us forever.