I still know just how wicked depression can be to people
I still know just how great regrets can be here on the earth.
I understand just how great Hopelessness can be too.
I still know just how bad sorrow and pain can be too.
But even through all of these things I still stand firm.
Even though I might have my struggles here on the earth.
I still know that you are still in control of everything here.
I still know even though all of this nasty things here.
That you still Love me, that I am still Blessed by you.
I still know that you are my strength and Shield Lord Jesus.
I still know that your Joy within in me , shall get me through.
Because my situation does not dictate what you can do with me.

I slip the straps and release the clasp
of your over-the-shoulder boulder holder.
Gravity asserts itself, and you sigh as
I wonder if I should get even bolder

because

The jaws of love masquerade
as petals of a flower

so

Just say if you want me to stop.
We are, after all, in the middle of a shop.
I was attracted when I saw you smile.
As we passed in the frozen food aisle.
Now people are staring though the window.
Shocked at my nonchalant innuendo.
And if your purse metaphor extends to this.
We can go to the Bank for a little kiss

though

I may not be able to afford
nine feather mattresses and a golden pea.
But if you could make do
with a lilo and a marble
then …
You've pulled Princess.

© Pagan Paul (30/05/17)

.
Your flesh lies in your grave,
my ashes fly on the breeze.
And our Ghosts intertwine,
link-haunting through the trees.

Ethereal energy in ivory white,
wraith-like tinged in blue.
Mist shroud figures wrapped
are the Ghosts of me and you.

You call across my aeons,
your shade is next to mine.
I reply within a veiled second,
deflowering the ***** of time.

Forever conjoined fog-twins,
eternity is our lust to save.
With my ashes on the wind
and your flesh lying in a grave.

© Pagan Paul (31/05/17)