This bed seems so huge,

                                 so wide

                             and yet here we lay

                               like  we're

                oceans away

                          in the Mediterranean

        *spaced-out from each other,

                 your so far from me.

                            We're spent,

                                  in deliberate denial,

                                                 unfinished or satisfied

                                                            wit­hout words,

                        without understanding,



                                   we hold onto our lacerated heart's,

                                          giving in  the only way known

                     carnally,unabated & undoubted

    least in the carnal way.

                              I crave the unknown,

to be explored like never before,

                                        to be made whole

                                             and touched within my soul,

                                        where my body ignites

                         from the inside out.

                                                    I'd like to know

                                    what it'd feel like to be

                                                            ­ consumed

                                                     ­                   by  "Love's"

                           ­                                                         * lustful ******

                                                        ­         more than the

                                                  heat of passion,

                                 in such a way

                               which leaves me quaking,

                                               shaking, quivering

                                         and yearning for more.

                          Once we've spent our

     feverish attempts

             on last-night's seductions,

under a moonlit sky,

                                I'm left inexorable,

                                       as my body spasms,

                                                        ­         longing for more than

                                    what the flesh attempts to give.

                                            I'll argue against the pejorative

                               illusions of our love making,

                         which deludes my mind

                                             to believe this is what

                                               it means to have

                                  "Love's" acceptance

                          without the actuality's

                                 of loving me....

           We were intoxicated-

                               with wonderment

                                                  as we explored

                                         one another,

                                                 yet
                                                  "Love's"

                                   *touch nor "Love's"

              *inspirational caresses

                                 & soulful idealization's

                                             were present.

                      It never enter that room,

                                            sedately I felt a

                           magnificent release,

                                             * yet I'm still longing for

                      "Love's" fulfillment

                          *and for you to concur

                                         my deepest emotions,

                              as you'll ****** deeply

                                             within my velveteen walls.

                                  * I'll moan,

                            crying out for what's

                                             *about to come

                         and for that

                     moment we'll be one.

                         But only within

                that moment

      because you

             know as well

        as I do

              that "Love's"

                       making such

            a Fool of me!

                  * Always Me Ayeshah ™ ®
                *K.A.C.L.N ©
                 All right reserved ®

                   *Copyright 1977 - Present ©

You are my forever,


You're the dancer in my heart
& the air I take...

You are my forever


You're the mist off the ocean
& the salt in my sweat...

You are my forever,


You're the cries of my passion
& the sweetness in my dreams...

You are my forever,

You're the laughter in my tears
& the quencher of my fears...


I could continue,

but for now
this is all
until

I get back on my PC
&
my thoughts once more
overflows
with words of

eternal love--
like my soul does for
YOU

FOREVER *

Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®

This is the part I hate,
                                the part
                          where we divide  
                                             assets,

                                 divide memories,

                                          oh, I remember this CD,

                                        we danced and laughed

                        twirling round and round.


                                                        ­ Would you like half of that,

                            or how about the way our little girl

                                   learned how to ride her first                                          

                                   bike and the time we lost our first child,


                    the many times
      I've bailed you out,

                            the uncountable tears shed
                       for each one of your

                    lies and affairs.


            How do I give you half
         of what's left

                          when you've taken
        the very best of me,

                                like my trust & unconditional love,

                            the way we'd sit with out
        a word,

          our minds spoke to each other,
                               maybe
I can divide the many times
          
            we made love
and you'd finish before I did,                                                             ­                    the many friends
                I've given up

                         because you felt left out,
                              & didn't want them around
                or the many nights of
isolation when you went out...


                    We should
separate  & divide
                           the moments

                                        when sparks flew
                             day one at that BBQ
                       You  & I were best friends,

                           we'd even finished each others sentences,
                               sometimes a gesture a glimpse
                        or a look was all it took,
no words
             and we most times then not understood...

14 years I knew the good man
the best friend, You divided him,
                            
                           Vows said and brown eyes
              held mines for 11 years
                                              8 of them were so blissful,
                                 3 of them were unbearable
after you slept with my best-friend
                  
          because
                      you couldn't compete with me
                                                            ge­tting my education
                      why compete
                                      when you had already won,

                  never were you second
                                                    until you put you self there.
                

I can't believe it's come to this,

                                                 *but I should of expected,
                    since
           you've always had
                                         one foot out the door,
                                  like you
               didn't belong here.

Can you divide
                   the many times
                                           we'd have a fight
                                                   for the most silliest & unimportant things
like who ate the last piece of cake
                                                   or who dranked my apple juice
           the making up was so good.

                                                   How about
                   the times we traveled

            and because of me
you got to go to Canada
                     for father's day June 2008

or travel every where east...


            Let's tally up and separate
                            the times
                                    we've danced to no music

                         or made snow angles,

             the times we spent on
                         a mountain top
                                       cuddled by a camp fire,

                                                      the stories of us
                                isn't pose to be over

                                            but  how
                       can we now
         deduct all this, write it up on sheets of paper

            who gets which memories,
                                          who take with them this much
                                             good & bad history?

            The many love letter's
                                            hand written to each other

                                                long before you ever went to jail,
or the times when
               we'd lay in bed & just laugh
                                                     talking of nothing important,


                can they-- them lawyers calculate
                                            and divide the many miscarriages

                    caused by your stress,

                                or the many times your voice carried hate for me,

                        or the times we've  had *** in the lake,

            the first time on your face
                                       when you seen your first ocean,
                                               & the New York high-rises.

                                 The tear you cried on
                                                            th­e day we were married,
                                         or how about
                            they divide the way you told me
                                                        you no longer loved me
                           you never wanted me
                                     and our marriage has run it's course,

           like most have done and said to me-- you told me

            my best wasn't ever good enough,


how she'll always in your eyes

        be way better than me

but you, still after saying this **** didn't leave...


                        Let's not forget our very first kiss

                                    you sunk it and yet my head reeled.


                                        Can we divide the many nights
            you'd hold me

            for no reason at all
                  or when we first dated & you'd call,

                                            member we talked
                                                          ­on the phone until      
                                  the   break of dawn,    
    our very first fight--
yo *** came to my house
                                   & slept at my door

and promised ever to hurt me.


                Too late
O'too late for regrets when

                    those promises weren't all the way met,

                    because we can't divide

        the lonely nights
   the hitting me and cheating,

                 the hours staying up wondering

if you're alright,
the many times our  
          girls begged me
                      not to leave you.


                    To give daddy just  
one more change, please mommy

                or the many times they've
   felt it was because of them

                         things went from  
  great,
ok,
        to terribly bad,

            or the many
memories of you

                        and that beautiful smile and how

                                            you lit up their world

                     yet sadly teaching them how a man treats a girl,


how for now on anytime
they think their in love

                    it'll be your ****** up
                                   ****** off mistreatment

they'll be reminded of.


                                Remember when  you told our girls you'd

                                    always be there,

                    right here for them & even me,

the many times they'd wake up
from a nightmare
you'd
        sooth all
their worries & doubts,

or even the time's
I'd wake screaming?


                        You'd hold me
tightly & so close,

        but little did I know
the screams
that woke me
                       would be from  the
membrance of

            Us & the disappointment

            I now feel for ever falling
           for you!

Can You Divide?


Always Me K.Ayeshah ®
Copyright 1977 - Present ©
K.A.C.L.N ©
All right reserved ®