Neath night's velvet cloak
All sequin strewn, I turned,
Faced the wall and cried

I can't put into words
How I feel about you.
Three years and counting
And drawing a blank.
The love is there
All the love that I have.
But I just can't tell you...
How much
How long
Nothing.
Im really happy
But I can't express that on paper
I can't stress that you're perfect
And I don't deserve it, but...
I'll try by showing you
Im blessed to be knowing you
You're wonderful.
But my mind writes poems
About my single regret
My temptations
And my short comings
Never about you.
Maybe I fell in love
With a girl who...
Made the poet at a loss for words...
And I treasure you for that.
You took my breath away.

When my last thoughts fall
Like coins through Charon's digits
Who will hear them ring

A borrowed attire
A ***** curly fro
A slant set of shoulders
A "lawn" that is mowed
Soft caramel skin
Four new tattoos
Old holes from piercings
No longer in use.
A taller frame
And a nice juicy ****
******* to match
But a small little gut
A refurbished heart
A genuine smile
A great listener
Keeps old things on file
A charming stare
But not much to say
She'll sneak in your heart
In a phenomenal way
Ready for anything
When put to the test
Yes, she has her flaws
But she's close to the best.

Those who write poetry feel too much

They feel too much pain
Too much joy
Too much sadness
Too much freedom and hate
Too much compassion and love

They are not normal and some
Do think them quite strange
For normal people would be ok
To push their feelings away
But see a poet, he can not
just push them away
What he feels must erupt
onto the page
Otherwise he risks
being enraged

It is their blessed curse
To live without a buffer
To feel all they can feel
and push none away

But thank God for these people
for from their suffering and joy, comes art.
Beautiful,
Heart wrenching art.

The way your porcelain skin touches light
Your waterfall curls provocatively grace the wind
Those brown eyes take away my virginity
That scent you carry with such promiscuity
You want my intellect
You want my drive
You want me to want you
Don't you...?
I am yours.
The way your jeans caress your curves
Your voice sings to my every being
And the sky delights at the sight of your smile
The celestial sway of each step you take
Each gaze my way, an attribution to my euphoria
My mind wipes clean and thinks solely of you
How I yearn to be get so deep into your imagination
I'll find you beautiful girl
And I'll take your darling breath away.

I was wrong.
I was so wrong.
So selfish
And young.
I am so sorry.
5 years later.
It's meaningless
I know.
But you should know.
It still hurts.
To see how I hurt you.
A sharp pain.
Where my heart is.
Where my heart,
Should have been.
You deserved better.
I hope you have better.
But I'm still selfish
Because I want you back.
I want it all over again.
I want to love you again.
The right way.
Just one night.
Can I hold you
Can I kiss you
Can I love you?
Just one more time
And make it last forever
I would never let go
Dreams don't come true
But I'll keep dreaming
So I can have you
I'll always be sorry
I'll always love you
And I'll always want yu back.
You're perfect.
And I will admit...
I was wrong
I was so wrong