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.

We Are All Just S’s

sparkles of sun reflect through the windows
its days like these that make me think.
all wee do is routine (however random)
only for the safety of knowing what’s next
the adventurers of this plain are all dying
gasping for breath beneath others’ hands.

strangers sit accordingly in peace
its situations like these that make me wonder.
To feel uncomfortable with ourselves
as a human race we forget others exist in these places
we think that everybody else is diseased
while we sit ignoring our own diagnosis.

silence engulfs the stop request buttons
its time like these that imprison my mind.
Everybody drowns their day like perfect robots
grasp onto the corners of your personality
the individualistic sticker is peeling of our foreheads
we all furiously rub glue back on them.

streets are lined with all the same
its roads like these that make me want to give up
voices rust with the pipelines below the trenches
eyes are drawn like weapons of mass destruction
shooting into each others questions of disdainful future
these lines barely sway at all.

stupidity drips out of all our pores
its time to blame it on the next person (our faults)
jobs that fill us 9-5 no barroom fights
feet tremble below because of the people above
we all feel like we have nothing to offer this world
time to crip out the blackened pieces of humanity.

sweet suckles trace my skin like lurid fire
its interactions like these that keep me going
in this world of S’s it’s difficult to find difference
still it leaps out of me through earthly orbs
hands that hold firm purple flowers just for me
now I can step back in line for awhile,
with the hope of you pulling me back out.