Your physical form so personified your very nature, that to gaze upon your body was to fall into the void that is your very essence. I dared not gaze too long, lest I fall so deep that I could not escape, yet part of me wished to dive head first and be utterly consumed by you. It is this turmoil that you arose within me that caused me to love you as I did.

I speak of you as though you are something past, something to be reviewed, and yet I feel that you are still with me, and these words resonate within you - and all the while you long for more. That I might penetrate your soul outside the confines of time and space excites you, my Goddess, and it makes me feel as though I am God. It brings me joy to witness your pleasure.

Through it all we know that this is a game, but a fleeting moment, yet that darkness we see between the closing and opening of the eye that blinks for us is filled with light. As I think of you I feel as though I become you, it is as though I occupy you; I become you. I feel your features as my own, I feel your thoughts and your feelings as my own. In this moment I possess you, yet you are like change in my pocket. Long might you remain there, my fingers moving over you spontaneously, only to one day be given away without a moment’s thought.

I think of what could have been, but know that if it had been, we would not have what we do now. We have nothing; I have everything; you have everything.

I sit and think of you, and all the while, feel you within me; feel you around me; feel you...
the Goddess of my life, the cocoon that shapes my existence,
A love that metamorphosizes; I no longer know who I am.

And through it all, you speak to me, and I long for nothing more,
than to give you all that you desire, to throw more wood upon your fire,
And burn with you until water boils, and rains upon the smouldering light,
that shines within our rapturous eyes, as night becomes day, and day becomes night.

'Come with me', you hear within, as wings unfold and we begin,
to glide towards that cosmic light, that shines through every day and night,
a love that fuels an angels flight, within my arms I hold you tight.
Two become one, and one becomes all, within your love I long to fall.


Falling, I forget, and know who I am...

My metaphorical gun has run out of bullets, and not one of them has found its way into my head.

I put a gun to Gods head. He smiled, and held out his hand, revealing six spent gun casings. I pull the trigger anyway, and as time goes backwards I return to the ****** void from which I emerged. Too young for a gun license; I'll have to try again next time around.

In the meantime, God plays games with me, and I am powerless to intervene, powerless to put a stop to this simulated insanity. God only gives guns to men.

"You should be a poet,"
They said to me
In a darkened room
One Friday night

I smiled and said
"Maybe I should"
Deep down I knew
I always would

But at the time,
I did not speak
The words that fell
Upon my lips...

So looking back
Hear my decree,
"That we are all masters
Of poetry"

Only those that turn,
To pen and ink
Are those condemned
To always think

To live in visons,
To fantasize,
Words the burden
Our voice must bear

Whilst their art forms
On lifes canvas...

"The white of paper
A poor substitute."

We don't say a word - at least words with meaning,
For in the eyes of love, all words are absurd.

Your eyes dance, the energy subdues me,
Transfixed on the windows, to the depths of your being,
A mind so sharp, yet so rounded and supple,
Thoughts flowing through lips, that speak to my heart.

I'm speechless - and still we talk,
Both know we're falling,
The words we utter; a dance; symbolic
Of total immersion in each others minds.

Has it really been that long?
Walking away, you speak to me,
Caressing my mind with your spirit,
You give me the courage, to speak the unspoken...

As I craft these words, again we entwine,
Yet I still feel speechless,
For how can words convey that ineffable tangle,
Of two minds that are falling, yet bound by the sun.

Oh tragedy -
This life that I find,
Laid out before me,
Within my mind’s eye.
Should I try?
Should I strive; to live and to love,
Should I walk amongst men,
Or with angels above?

A question I ask
Yet no answer I expect,
Wandering the unknown,
Clueless, except,
To my inevitable fate;
My eventual demise;
Death will be new,
It won’t be a surprise.