Love isn't always euphoric –
Authentic love is a profound joy;
Unwavering support, those who
Stand as pillars in your life

Supported by one's feet, but...
Love isn't always euphoric –

   Some pillars do fall!

Chapter 1: Evening

Your attire is a thin veil; underneath the silk
is a reach within my arms, to grace a warm touch
passion's burning flame, that can make snowflakes
melt away so fast

Romance, over all parts of your attractiveness
tall, shapely, and sturdy— as my presence is in
the presence of a jungle, for an Amazon queen
Once warmed, from head to toes, fingertips,
to lips galore; quiet conversations that eyes speak
of love so deep and fulfilling

Eager breaths thrown back in my face, also, the love
I keep safe, so carefully, cautiously; secretly locked
away in a heart cuddle you warm, wrap you as a blanket
that provides the body’s heat

Chapter 2: Morning

How would you shepherd a tongue into speaking
the heart’s deepest secrets— at early morn underneath
the rainy skies; I will wake you. As the clouds grow
heavy, and heavier; the slightest sunlight parts them
open, as perfect affections open you wide.

Sprung out perfectly; an inviting posture, there
where you reside— kisses that fall like the rain
Downward falling; your love a juicy fruit, that will
eventually fall- ripen my eyes to feast on your desires
As we’re both lost in the warming memories of this
blanket’s sun

Chapter 3: Afternoon

I think about the rain that fell on your hair,
those tiny bouncing raindrops on your coat-
Coating the memory in such a raging joy;
as the gaze of noon, painted your honest form
A man formulating his words to a first meet;
hoping it may not be short lived

A tongue ensnared by its own words, trying to
savour the novelty of my excitement, all the
pleasures and first feeling— that sensual honey
of our first moment, alone together

The eve is looming over our eyes, for this day
do not chase it, as I’ll catch you by your skin
Gain that glance of a climactic prelude into
another restful resolution of a long night
As the stars are dressed with light; and I sit
with these thoughts on my mind, of how you’ll
choose to dress yourself tonight…

The night is young
tis fair in the crickets silent song
alates that come after summer rain
rushing traffic splashing brown water
—my socks are soaked; wet toes,
and cold shiver's marathon in a running
nose

My head pounds like a child
beating a drum
Undisciplined, uncontrollable buzzing
like bees making a hive of my thoughts
choked words by the feelings above my throat

Clouded mind, to now be feeling grey
it's grave to me to dig up my past
Clearer skies, exposed skins, and parent
shoutings, about playing where ringworm
lie in grass

The scent is sour; heaven tears left
on the soil—bending a flower
the silence ends here, but it will
again rain another hour

Floating dreams upon this barren mattress –
Attempting to revive their hues, painting a vivid live caption
Sinking into the glow of a smile; I hope my faith will catch me
The drum roars of a heartbeat, anxious- still my soul is dancing
Two skins caught in themselves- kissing in a moment’s magic
Allow me to wish upon a star my love, that this sensation is everlasting.

If I could have a taste of everything,
I’ll probably die, before I dine—with a jaded smile;
Cos everything that you see, is really not worth the time.

His voice,
voyages through the darkness of every
cornered shadow, chasing after the reins
of ultimately being consumed,— annihilated.

As if being pressed to the heart
of an angel; as the tears of stars are
dancing in the drape of faultless dark,
Sweltering bright, — as a flame impaled
his gaze, with the loudest of needles.

Every breath grew harder, and harder,
as if the same needles were jabbing around
in his stomach— they must have been nerves;
the butterflies he had felt, declaring his
hidden affections to a crush.

The same crushing feeling you
have for a crush, that you hope
won’t crush you with their refusal,
But rather crush you with
the crushing idea:
         of falling in love.

I don't know where I'm going,
I just hope that it's right.
Waking up 6am in the morning,
thinking about, "this is life".
She says our conversations are boring,
I know how that feels like.
All exaggerated feelings calling,
I don't listen to the hype.

Time to wake up for the day.

Everyday,
not as the same each day.
I just pray on this day,
to be a better version than yesterday.
Who cares what tomorrow says,
there's a chance I won't see it anyway.

But that's what it is.

Who you trying to deceive,
thinking life's that easy.
What do we believe,
the lessons of pain from our history.
But we can't have it cleared,
still clear your mind of the hurt.
What hurts now is real,
and really you should be putting yourself first.

Take it all.

Tour through the world,
cement your memories on the street.
Remember lessons you've been told,
search for good loving and your peace.
Have something to believe,
be the first when it's time to forgive
If you rested on all your worries as you live,
you'd be lying there in your deceit.

Enjoy the thrill in it's Prime.

Everyday's better moments are subtle,
so enjoy the time

Yesterday will always be yesterdays –
Today’s are just one day;
Every tomorrow is a day we’ll never know

These are all our Everyday’s.

When the nameless man comes knocking at my door, to sell me dreams, I hope I'm not too busy spending my money on sleeping drugs at the corner store. God may misjudge me for saying prayers in such a poor taste,—but would he still feed me the mercy, of knowing I never really had the taste of freedom?

I never meant to distance myself from any reasoning. But I'm always the forgetful one; putting everything of everyone first in my plans,— I must of forgotten about myself again, along with what it meant to be Christian
I sang songs with the dogs, to worship any hand that fed me
well enough, to become so reliant on every man. I slept with every shadow that came with the promise of any brighter day.
But its just an old tale for another yesterday, that I'm chasing like
a relentless dog,— And by the bones in my closet, those skeletons look to be nothing more than the many meals I'd feast on.

But every dog has it's day, and if all dogs do go to Heaven, I must be a dog at the end of it's breath, hoping it's maker does hear it's barking prayer.

The end of something,
could very well be the beginning
of something better. And as I close over
a chapter in my life, I'm still open to what comes next.

Oh how so; a purest death wish is only in the form
                                                  of dying in your sleep.

To live your piece of life, and to leave in peace,
                 but to leave those you love, in pieces.

And as I blend the time into those final kisses,
 I've come to find the bitter taste of death,
 dark, black; -as like a piece of black liquorice.

Though I'd like to hope I had a few good licks
until the end, the end isn't a place, nor another story.

The end of it all really comes to nothing,
And so will another lifetime begin.
For from the very nothingness,
began the beginning of it all.

You can’t be everything to everyone —
You’ll run out of breath just trying to be heard.
Water dead plants with your last drop of clean water,
And still be called selfish for not flooding the room.

You’ll give so much; your name starts sounding
Like “help me.” You’ll leave the party empty,
Because you fed Everyone but Yourself.
And somehow, the silence you sit in is still too loud.

Even your worth will start asking for validation
You yourself don’t have the strength left to give.
Be everything to you, before you become —
Nothing to anyone. Not even you.

You were once my everything – everywhere. A whisper of a voice,
now a ghost in the air; you reigned supreme over my thoughts, –
my mind was your throne, your beauty an heir. I leaped into the
depths of your heart, clad in a jumpsuit, forsaking the safety of a parachute – and thus, I plummeted into your love from the moment
we first crush. I was but a mere pebble next to your rock, dwarfed by
your strength; shattered by your stability, reduced to mere dust.

My skin, now tarnished like rust – the remnants of my words
mingling with the oxygen I struggled to breathe, left gasping in your
breath-taking presence. Tears welled in my eyes, mourning the loss
of you, while the iron resolve it took to finally move on felt like an
eternity… from a love that must have been so rushed?

And yet, I still cling to hope;

You were once my everything – everywhere. But now I find my
heart adrift, lost in this wind to nowhere.

Unconventional actions; striving to align with your essence –
Losing fragments of myself; yet each advance pulls me back,
A reminder that it may never be sufficient – I don’t wish to
Approach you too forcefully, but I also yearn to offer more
Then you anticipate as we entwine in this chance act of passion.

You unveiled me with your gaze, your breath a tantalizing
First caress – your lips tease as they graze my skin, your sharpened
Teeth leaving a mark; our scents will linger on these vacant sheets…
Your hair will be tousled, even as you attempt to secure it – your
Body will radiate warmth, and I’ll sweep away the remnants
As if dusting off forgotten corners.

Yet your touch is gentler than the rush of air filling my lungs
As we kiss – you’ll sway your hips, beckoning me closer; that
Image is impossible to dismiss. I’ll immerse myself in the sweat
That pours from your skin – embarking on this journey to
Uncover every tender petal of that vibrant bloom calling out to
Me so fervently, urging me to give everything I have.

faded kiss
—nostalgic; an old picture
perfect dreams in their colour
all the memories of a former lover

                ....i used to be in love

Why is it only you can
change the world when you're only great,
Of late,
I've been questioning life and fate.

What's life I sought
to understand,
As is this very fate,
feeling sought of bland
Still please help me understand,
what it sort of means to be a man.

Who really knows enough
that a little seems to be a lot,
Stuck in the game of life,
waiting for the ball to drop.
When I make it to the top,
I hope it's not a lonely place,
because I might jump or drop.

Still I go back to the
first question.
How only the greats change the world
and why I'm not the exception.

My excuses for wild love,
not a **** cheetah.
The truth is,
the feeling does make me starve.
A loving man, but also a hungry creature.

Pardon the time I waste,
tend be doing *******
Gibberish written on my face,
many words sound garbage.
I'm a real mess, I must confess.

Mind the shattered ideas,
best to pop the bulb
Explaining myself as such isn't ideal,
but I'm not one to be loud
Much quieter in the silence of the crowd.

Excuse myself from peers,
not on the same surface of pressure
Excuse myself from kids,
off the scale who can't measure
Worth me understanding,
but also understanding depression
I'm not lessor,
but I am one to question.

Excuse me for this,
and I'll excuse you for that
Excuse me being lost at times,
life didn't come with a map.
All we do could be the last risk.

But not an excuse to never take it.

If I had all the answers to the World's many questions, I'd probably live a perfect life,
And often than more times, I wish to fall into a coma to wake up in a next life, not bruised to the death of a Cold Knife.

As my own shadows of past would haunt me like a ghost still lost in the house of my heart,
I pray to die to self for a new rebirth,  rather to start a fresh, a fresh restart.

And O' on me how I've pushed so many away and shut myself in my own darkness.
And O' on how I've slowly gone numb in indulgement of regrets and ugliness.

May some one rescue me from this old existence, its time for it to die out.
Dear Lord help me , how I beg and cry out.

Existence...

Invest in sharp objects, I might *****
you mind with my dark thoughts
I hope you won't lose interest
when I call you mine
Give you a fine line as you scroll past me
in a passing thought, on your timeline
We'd share likes by a double chance,
but let me tap a second time to proclaim my love
And feed your mind ironically on sweet nothings,
a bit of something you've never heard before;
My bare naked vulnerably turns into poetry ****

I'm explicit on how I express how I feel,
a thrill in a reality, more realistic that what you see on a reel

Brain explosion, pop like a balloon bloated up by the heat of a long summer,
None violent tendencies with such ****** hands, can I still call myself a non harmer?
Cuts and bruises beneath the skin of my feet, for walking long days on short miles.
Copies of programs, settings and ideas stored up in a brain in a number of files.

Explode.

A dead man would tell no lies yet keep a thousand secrets.
A new hope would be born in a small corner but built up of a thousand pieces.

Explode.

Day's of old times amongst these young people of these simular days.
Stacking up all that is the past in bales of hay.
Today is a Tuesday and tomorrow shall be another new day,
And the days before that came before moved on really fast and not always here to stay.

Explode.

The house in my brain has expanded by an explosion of the love and rage.
Could this be a new chapter in this story,  a turn over of a new page?
I  used to hang around with people with square faces while we were playing circle games.
I hung with new strangers with old family names.

Explode.

Smoke clears the air while the air is still bleeding.
Not too sure of where I'm going yet  I'm still believing.
Today was once my yesterday but I'm touching on tomorrow.
I have too much love in my mind, would any of you like to borrow.

Explode, now  my mind is  blown to many former pieces, come breathe in this brand new,
Now looking up to a Heaven, they know what is I ment next to do.

And it is so
as the young—explore, create, mistakes
To those regards we learn in turn
early on, to carry with us for long

Lovers by the pen;
both in the love letters I wrote for you
and feeling so trapped inside my own head.

Our laughter –
is a yard for measuring out the depth of love
where you and I planted a garden of our scars.

But I’ll go chasing after you,
even now, like I never once owned you before
twisting all of my memories, like this doorknob.

I’m open to talk; but even more so to listen;
extra extras – alongside a good time of ecstasy
reading up on the all lessons of love, step by step
here I am, standing next to you, with extra feet.

Self representation to make fake expression,
Built up together to make facade impression .

Surely is this what our world is built up to be.
We all many different compartments of this one body,  still failing in our functionality. Failure to live up to be.
Facade in the fact we are different faces dependent on each and every day.
And who really cares about the True me and Image. This is all we can say.

Hidden behind these fake ugly faces we hide behind thinking they're all so pretty.
Surely if every beings eyes were truly open, we would see our very lies and feel much pity.

But really it's pity for your own self,
Living in the lies of your own wealth.
Following the morals of a code that as has lost it's numbers.
Doubting ourselves, living each day as newcomers.
Treatment of others as a being of foreign brand,
Would I help you my dear brother. Not really, don't feel like lending you a helping hand.

Surely can we not change this facade and see the bigger picture.
Not labeled by the world's standards of who's poorer and richer.

If I ever bought love,
I'm just going to break it.
  These feelings aren't concrete,
   but definitely belong to the
    pavement.
  
  I could love someone complex,
     but make it look so basic.

Even with my heart racing,
I haven't found one worth
  chasing.
  
My love has no form,
    all my feelings are shapeless.

And I won't go around falling in
love
  with pretty faces.
    So you'll just have to face it!

Words to the matching of your face need be explain
I'll have a clue of your journey once I get your name.

Why try cover face when Beauty still leaks
And you may catch my early intentions cause I've been using old tricks.

So if a couple of words I say sound a little vague
Comfort me by pillows on your chest babe.

Look to the blossom of your face, catching my feelings for spring.
Cold winter arrives I'll know to keep you warm up to your finger with a ring.

Be like an awaited gift long before December,
Send messages with your eye and I'll gladly be your sender.

And with a neck of tender I'll bite into the flesh so it may scream
Every reaction you give I return in  opposite. Best play it mean.

Sleep on me. Feel me still in all your dreams.

For two faces will come to collide
These feelings failing to subside.
And I'll be the Long journey if your willing to ride.

Your face and mine, together to be
We.

I'll rest on the softness of your leg's curve
While waves of your body rocks me to sleep.
Few soft kisses you give will be a lullaby that I'll prefer for you to repeat.

Your honey sweet lips will run down my throat with their taste
While  your skin rests with tender.
And all that I taste of you I'll not let go to waste.
I'll receive your message, and gladly be your sender.

Everyday is a New day which means all the mistakes you made the previous day are all in the past and you can live the best of you right now.

Be quick to apologise but even quicker to forgive.
Don't be shy to have an open hand to help those around and to give.
Live life to the fullest while you still in the very moment,
And today can always be the day you do something great. So own it.

Speak from your mind but never forget your heart,
And love from your heart but never leave your mind. For nothing can be working together right if the two sides are far apart.

To fall in love, I sense no perfect hour,  
Yet breaking hearts can feel like a shower.  
When love stops it’s rain- to fade,  
It's a painful cascade,  
Leaving sorrow where once bloomed a flower.

Dear me....

If we sold a couple days would  we have enough change to buy the moon,
And are we the unique men or adding space to the toolbox, another  rusty tool.
I heard their thoughts saying we were tripping and losing a bit of our mind,
That we were lost boys stuck in lost and found,  men so hard too find.  
Funny how we wish we could wash away  the past as oceans wash away old sands,
And somebody better give us something neat,  yet we receiving with some very  closed hands.

Hey boy, you still young boy at heart, we were  told to grow up,
I thought we were, but  growing backwards though, but they caught onto  us ,now what's our next come up.
Like we were the shadows of a shadow, we were so unseen,
I only cursed a person one time now I'm regarded as mean.

Fair play, fair play, let's play your game with some wild cards,
No rules set yet, I'll set my own, but now they'll say we slow like we were a bunch of retards.
And how I hate that word even though it's not applying to me,
Feels like you make fun of us all when you say that, you really barking up the wrong tree.

Fair play, fair play, I live to play another day,
Come let's see who'll finally win or are we playing this game a different kind of way.

Once upon a time a kiss,
in a land of feelings, and desire
Lived what we thought was the perfect kiss,

Our very first words, of tasting one other,
and a journey of potential love;
finding our likes and dislikes, we soon came to discover

Cinderella kisses- at a time you and I had a ball,
waking up from such a lucid dream, as kids
And being so innocent and pure as a Snow white,
still skipping stones along a stream of our dreams

Never telling our parents of this young relationship we had,
and of all those secret places you and I had kissed- our neverland
As I was losing my fingers in all of the curls of your hair;
I climbed the towers of kissing up your neck with steady kisses;
to impress myself on my Rapunzel of no other compare

As I imagined you, pricked by my passion;
a sweet endless dream of beauty, with my resting head
on your bare chest; you were always such a Sleeping beauty
Sleeping in all of our cuddles, I was waiting patiently
to wake up another morning with you

Even to this day, I wonder if we could have ended our story
with a happily ever after final kiss
Sigh, it was all a fairytale,
just made to help me reminisce

                  ...the end.

Now I'm not a strangers man or common randomness,
But this is who I am, in love with fairytale kisses and less of craziness.

Ok I ment that as a fake story told by a real life person,
So maybe today I kissed a sun and a moon yesterday and maybe these kisses left me swearing but I really  hate cursing.
Maybe I kissed a lot of girls but still don't know what was the best,
But my best could of been the one, yet I'm thinking about all the rest.

Kissing a dream while  I was daydreaming,
Tried to be kissing  a thousand girls in my head, but that plan I'm still scheming.

But what was my best kiss, still can't remember,
Somewhere in the back of my mind, just search  really deep inside from past days in September.
Those were some fairytale kisses, some good ones indeed if they're real.
But what was the best kissing tale, because I once had a kiss that left in my mouth, that taste of steel.

Back it up, way back, there's my best kiss from my first love and desire,
She was a pretty one, kissed her on the ground but I was left higher.
Matter of fact it felt so warm like campsite  fire,
Still remembering that feeling in my lips, will this kiss  be my best, I won't tell you,  to afraid of being such a  liar.

But that's just  fairytale kisses.
Just a weird man wishing for some strange wishes.

Standing as objects in the mirror – do you still objectify the lessons
of your past, reflected in the rear-view? Words are unnecessary now;
your scars have been reopened – haunting illusions.

Resurrected from the place where you once buried your dreams –
down to earth, yes, yet stripped bare by the relentless erosion of
existence. We rise to the thunderous stillness, questioning our very existence, yet finding no answers in man—responding to the chaos
around us, colliding like two wayward planets in this small world.
One day, we shall encounter familiar strangers, yet it will feel
peculiar to label any of them as friends.

In certain moments, I feel as though I am crossing myself out beneath
the weight of the cross, feeling an emptiness within— "survivor's
guilt"?

No… that guilt placed upon me has been paid already, not by my own
cost – yet for the cost of something more profound. And I willingly
surrender myself to a purpose that transcended death, then to endure
a life filled with trivialities, only to feel nothing until the very end.

                         That profound purpose is… my faith.

I rest in self-misery, as the pride of a mirror - to only see
It as I alone, suffering through these trials. My successes are
Mere private congratulations; pats on the back, aspirations relying
On the weight of the estimation theory. As are my days: random
Components, wholly in the degree of alteration

Days alternate between good or bad; often the latter- a newer
Taste of bitterness, to an unreasonable resentment; a sad struggle
Against the Diarrhoea of Complaints- for yes indeed, life can be
So full of ****, and almost in that same mirror, you sadly see
The very crap you’re forced to be seated in,- daily

As a man is the master in his own fantasies; to have dreams
In which they live as gods- their truths all taking a deformed shape
The shape of life being abstract; as what hurt you today, becomes
The foundation to build tomorrow’s strength. So don’t give into
What pain rests on your plate- feeding into its lies; as where there is
One’s fate, lies the fuel of faith. So ask yourself; where on that tank’s
Needle, does your faith tend to want to sit on

Dreaming in colour; but I can't help thinking
in black and white — the anxieties that weigh heavily
on my plate, it's no wonder I occasionally savour
their bitter taste. Why should I rely solely on fate,
when it starts to feel a bit devoid of faith?

And some might argue I let them down, but
what if that low point was my decision to elevate
others — would you still have faith in me, or is
it simply your own fate that keeps me anchored
in this low place?

If it were colours & dreams
my mind wouldn't sit still
While chasing an army-
my mind knew the drill
A beautiful face stuck in history
with no place to go
I must have missed the mystery
of the lands I've never explored
And while going out into the world
my mind was suddenly whirled
All on the wheels of fortunes, I was
so fortunate to find all I that I deserved

In an ignorant galaxy in the space
of my clouded mind
It was a beauty of ignorance that
showed my character was so sublime
A finite mind of infinite ideas; doesn't
have enough of the time
I was blind to me destiny, and destined
to sometimes fail
And coming to terms of pre-events, you start
to learn to more after you fail, and to prevail
You can't be a captain- with no strength to your sail
and you may escape the world, but an ignorant mind
still prisons you it's in jail

I've conquered an ocean
in the occasion of a blue moon
Was drawn by my foolish nostalgia
as well as a Saturday morning cartoon
A journey so long, but it's far from through
I'm not done with this world -I've got so much more to do

And if it fills like I'm falling
out of heaven- just let me fall, fall, fall
I won't be falling for far too long

please excuse me,
i have this
bad habit
of falling
in love;
as quickly as the'
traffic you see
-my heart in a rush
living under that
rock; you're my
favourite crush
when you strut you stuff
darling, i can't get enough
please excuse me,
i must have fallen hard, when
i fell in love- with you.

I remember you as that cigarette
-counting all of the ashes
There's a spark between us,
smitten; under the candles in the sky
So whenever I'm in the dark,
looking up to know you're all that's left

I was struck by your eyes, sending strikes
of insecurity into my heart
What a thunderous sound it must of made,
to be falling so hard, falling in love

Till all of the skies fall onto the ground,
crashing down on all us;
I'll be the one with these silly pick-up lines,
whispering in your ear, to try and pick up such a star

                         I hope this time I won't fall out of luck

Sometimes I feel like a star \\
Each time I'm falling in love
Crashed out on the girls' mother earth;
Wishing them a comment as I was just
A comet, passing by in their world.

Saying bye to being another guy, in their
imperfect world— pretending to be perfect
/// Just to make their world perfect,
seeming out of this world; now I'm constantly
forced out of their space.

falling in love,
all the falling
leaves-
it hurts to hit
that ground
falling out of love
all my falling
hairs-
didn't the strands of
our time been so cut
short
your memory resides;
slowly receding

falling in love
all these falling
stars-
once in a sky
of a thousand
wishful kisses
falling out of love
it's a fall out into
trading the tiny dots
of stars, to scars

falling, falling
falling —seems human
to fall in and out
of something

i'm constantly falling;
waiting to be
caught by
true love

Do you look where you Fall
When you fall in Love –
To miss someone is Such a shame
A bold claim; by the Extensions of
Words showing their action – what is
The extent of Love?

The obsession of a lover is a Disease
Love sickness, Smitten cheeks, knees in
The weak, but by the End of a week, my
Taste for love, has become me Devouring
Your image.

To that extent, my Love is just
Passions of the flesh; flesh falls short to Death
Words fall short to Language barriers –
Body language has Shaky bones
        But still, we all seem to fall.

As she boldly said;

'It only takes-
four words to say,'
              "I'm falling in love,"

He sighed and replies;

'But it only takes-
three to say,'
                 "I'm falling apart."

the sweet scent of flowers
grazes the finely thinned hairs of a lover
while a butterfly flits in their stomach ready
to tie that uncomfortable knot…

                               she has fallen in love.

All the fixation of a fictional mind
Seen as the scene playing on my pride

Makes of a fool, full on their stomach butterflies
Caught by love, in nets of its scent passing by

Buy into dreams; if to only afford imagination
Thinking of those you love and to lose concentration

Concerns of connecting factors, factoring in time
A factory of my heart, trying to work out how you'll be mine

Mind were you dig in my many deep thoughts
Thwarting me—I am a haunting manifesto of public courts

Courtship of an engaging conversation I'd always keep
Lost are words to a chest's heart; of love being the key

Keen on the grin, grinding a motive to work up a nerve
Nervous, shy man—can't speak up on public's street curve

And so bent out of shape, to express this final say
That despite of upbringing, we're up to falling in love some day

I can barely think,
feeling so nervous to be in love,
I can hardly blink,
don't want to lose sight of you my love
Sometimes I'm at the brink,
of trying to jump off the edge for love.
My feelings tend to sink,
so close to drowning in your love.
I might pour another drink,
of your wine lips- just another kiss my love.

Still can't help myself falling in love.

Falling…
into place, of everything we yearn to do;
-falling in love as the rain falls down
From every crevice of your most secret and private parts
heavy cravings to be touched, yearning for the warmth
and intimacy that only you and I can share.

The weather outside seems cold
as you lay upon a bed soft as a cloud,
inviting us to sink into its comforting embrace
There’s a succulent wetness, a shiver of anticipation
that races down your spine.

You are a mesmerizing portrait of ephemeral beauty
that dazzles my senses and leaves me breathless
Your image lingers in my thoughts
as we exhale the heat from our mouth’s chamber
the pleasure to my yearning lips upon yours;
In such a thought: smiling, knowing all is falling into place.

As the stars aligned, in constant of a Moon.
The dancing oceans; twirling and twirling in circles.
Eyes focused—on the horizons of waking under new Sun.
Warm as the lips that kissed me with it's light.

I did have a question of...there being a life in between;
Settling on the grey areas that are non existent?

The answer...

Life is simple as black and white, darkness and light,
As there's only good and bad. We fall only on one side.

To fall in love: would it be a good, or a bad experience,
To fall into depression: to inspire courage, or fears of dark,
To fall back: avoiding rebellious conflict, or being too comfortable,
To fall asleep: in the rest of hard labour, or sleeping on our dreams,
To fall out: of those pulling us down, or those who value us,

We fall only on one side. Which side do I choose to fall?

The fall of one,
is the rise of another.
As did the previous day fall,
we're hoping in the moment to rise once again like a flower.

Fellow men –
man to man,
once a boy to
another boy...

I beg you,
please make your
intentions clear...

For we all sleep at night –
and in that sense don’t
need more dreams
being sold to
our women

those are false dreams –

This love is the universe reflected in your tears – universal smiles
we’d savour beneath the sheets; you offered a fragment of your
soul, while I surrendered a piece of me. Even in your absence,
you haunt me in my quiet dreams – how do I even try to sleep,
without you lying next to me?

A belief in the silent secrets carried in your breath, lying to me;
an elephant in the room; so hard to forget all the space it takes
thinking about you. My gaze is drawn to you – I am merely a
pencil sketching on your body’s canvas. Filling my mind with
oceans, drowning me in your skin- departing too quickly, I start
to feel so blue.

I loathe to confess just how deeply I worship you. Such a false
goddess; still I find myself resting down these offerings of my
heart, to lift you highly.