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Thomas King Feb 2018
Neither song nor chant
Or glorious of hymn
Could express the music
That continuously plays inside my head

Neither sonnet nor poem
Or the purest ode to love
Can translate the verses of you
My heart now recites

Neither movie nor show
Or the finest of plays
Could tell the story of your beauty
My eyes now behold

But to this I pay no mind
Because when it comes to love
We are all deaf, dumb and blind
Thomas King Feb 2018
I bask in your sunlight
As I lay upon the shore
Of your tranquil sea

Your love shines down upon me
Warming my skin
And energizing my soul

Your cool sweet breath
Stimulating my senses
As I watch the waves gently bow
And lay themselves at your feet

Flora and fauna
Rejoice in your glory
As they dance and sing
In honor of your presence

Sand and shells
Reflect the brilliance of your smile
Across the expanse,
Of an endless summer sky

As I lay here gazing
Into your infinite beauty
I feel my spirit ascend

Carried away on thermals
Created by your passion
As my mortal body is absorbed
Into the moist sand

And I become one
With all that you are
Thomas King Feb 2018
He came in the night
Hearing the wish you did plead
Your knight in shining armor
High atop his white steed

His armor did shine
With a pleasing white light
As visions of hope
Filled the lonely dark night

Features so striking
But gentle and smooth
The warmth of his smile
Of his gallantry it did prove

He vowed to protect you
To vanquish any foe
His loyalty and honor
Unlike any you’ll ever know

You took his strong hand
And he swept you away
Bold and flamboyant
In that old world way

You’re now his fairytale princess
But his love on you he did not shower
Now trapped like the poor maiden
Who had been locked in the tower  

Unhappily ever after
You now live a storybook life
You fell for his deceitful facade
And now you’re his prisoner and wife

He protects by controlling
He’s violent and cruel
To believe in real life fairytales
Has made you look like a fool

So be careful what you wish for
Sometimes they may come true
But they may not always turn out
Thomas King Feb 2018
How can I speak?
Or praise your greatness
When your very presence
Takes my breath away

How can I behold your loveliness?
Or gaze upon your wonder
When your divine beauty
Blinds my adoring eyes

How can I caress your elegant form?
When the very touch of your soft skin
Sparks a flame within my soul
And burns like a wildfire throughout my body

How can I impart to you
The very essence of my emotions
When just the thought of you
Paralyzes my senses and leaves my body weak,
And my mind reeling with images of your grandeur

Slave to your beauty
And a prisoner to my own weaknesses,
I find myself lost in this realm
Of obscurity and helplessness,
Afraid that you may never know my true feelings

Therefore,
As a final attempt to show my heart
I offer you my hand

Hoping that you may take it into yours
And I can lead you down the aisle
Towards a new life together
As husband and wife
Thomas King Feb 2018
My finger traces the lines of your elegant form as I try to capture your exquisite contours in my mind. Your skin is soft as silk as I lightly move across the surface of your body, slowly outlining the intricate features that holds your beauty.  

My sense of touch paying close attention to every detail, as not to miss one single line or curve that defines your true essence of perfection. As lines of the portrait of you takes shape within my mind, I start to envision a kaleidoscope of pastel colors in which to color you in.  

Hues of light violets warm pinks and soft tans, pale yellows and reds merging into the very color of the sun, which shines deep within your eyes.  I paint you lazing on a lush green bank of a slow meandering stream, as vibrant as the light blue sky above of which it reflects.

Rays of silvery sunlight pierce downward between billowy clouds and dance upon the surface of the stream shimmering as if tiny diamonds were scattered across the surface, in your hand you hold a single calla lily as soft and white as the clouds above you.

Above your left shoulder on a low hanging brow of a conifer is perched a lone blue bird, singing praise of your kindness and beauty so that all shall know your wonder.

I complete my masterpiece with an almost invisible golden mist that surrounds you. An ever-present aura that represents your undying passion for life and eternal love, that radiates deep from within your being.

At last, my mental canvas is complete, a work of art that would rival even the greats if I had the ability to escape my mind or had sight within my eyes. So as my hand comes to rest upon your tender cheek. I add another mental portrait of you to my minds gallery walls, dedicated only to you.
A Prose poem I wrote many years ago
Thomas King Feb 2018
Your body is like succulent fruit
Vine ripe, plump and tasty
I must quell my desire to gobble you up
I mustn’t be so hasty

Your skin so smooth and supple,
Tender to the touch
Wanting so to taste your flesh
My yearning is just too much

Your sweet aroma fills the air
And I absorb your pleasing essence
Entering my nose then body
Where it reacts like effervescence

My mouth is now watering
And I’m unable to fight
This thirst and anticipation
For the first delicious bite

I finally give in and peel your clothes away
Like the skin of some exotic fruit  
The goodness I find hidden within
Is exquisite without refute

I savor every morsel
The taste of you is divine
I’ll never share you with another
The pleasure of you is all mine

You satisfy my every desire
My hunger and thirst you sate
No other can compare to your passion fruit
It’s the best I ever ate.
Thomas King Feb 2018
Should have been something
Might have been everything
Probably wasn’t anything
And most likely nothing

Would have been happiness
Might even have been true
Probably was hopelessness
And most likely a lie

Could have been promising
Or may even have been love
Instead it was emptiness
That I regrettably have chosen
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