My recompense for dreaming
Is the demons I wove
While attempting to divine my own future
I was obstructed by fate
Hidden amongst the living dead
Fearful of my own disguise.

The past where it lay
The present swallowing the day
The future benign my heart

Fluttering stars consume my eyes
Dismantled
Enveloped
Perceived
Now what do I have left.

The smile that knows the way
My only warmth this cold winter night
May this hope be eternal
And the nights with you go on forever

Under the flowering moon
Your naked body lies
Bound to the lunars tendrils
Tethering to your skins ambiance
Fingeringly scalinging the motions of your body
Following your soulful extractions

Silver lights incarnate driven passion

O' woman, woman of the moon
Of the night, of darkness
Dance with me
Dance the dance of love,
Of the heart, of passion,
Of Desires stowed deep within the mind

Beneath the woven fabric of a feral night
Entwined within the stitches silver aura
These stars our only witness
As the darkness spreads it's clinching grasp
Plunging our passions into carnal chaos

Watching the heavy rise and fall of your chest
The echoes of your hearts breath in my mind
The chemical passion of our physical bodies
Consumes the desires of our flesh

Shadows contouring to the night
The sweet nectar of your lips
An everlasting enticement to mine
Darkly decadent sensations pressing on
Only as creatures within can conjure

Elegantly crafting and artistically formulated
These darkest nights memoirs
Sated with our own designs
Unrelenting and intoxicating
Addicting and compounding

Darker than the silt
That will grow on our graves
As they will lay along side
Giving new light to
A simply divine blooming moon
Resting softly in quiescent songs
Pale-lit sails and tender memoirs
Nights spent forlorn
Have no place in these sunrises
Palpitations I feel now
Flutter gentle as bats wings
Whom drinks the sweet nectar
Of fruits in hidden skies
Starred eyes gaze back at me
With the prowess's beauty
And defiance of a butterflies wings
Encumbering the air we breathe
Wrought from tachycardic passion
It will tip the scale
In favor of the doves feather
Home is not 4 walls and a roof
It is the day and the night
Of times spent whole
No longer scattered
Across dimensions
But trusted in your softened hands

I sit here in my humble abode
Wondering the meaning of my life
Twiddling the facts of reality
Drawing on my past experiences
How can I love so inexplicably
Why is it so hard to find the same
To love ones weirdness. All their flaws
I found that with you.
Yet unrequited those terms and conditions are
I who love you no matter.
Never once considering looking back
You're perfect in all the stunning beauty you glow
But myself put so high on a pedestal
Could not meet your expectations
And here I am fallen aback
Questioning my choices to be an open book for you
Nevertheless I press forward
Pursuing the partnership I desire with you
Building my self, my confidence, my love,
My future, my home, my life.
Am I alone in this endevour?
Or have I found a partner who will walk hand in hand.

just the beginning of a time driven by fantasy
living within the confines of your life
your imagination holds the key
dying is not the heart’s desire
but the final resort of pain
seeing the glow in little eyes
raises the soul into the heavens
happiness is truth unrivaled by lies