My dearest love,
you are pleasant
to my eyes.
You are
Rich honey, thick and sweet,
upon my tongue,
you are a
delightful composition
in my mind.
Your love emanates into me,
ardent and fulgent,
warmth to my core.
And so I pull you into my
ever open arms, to hold you tight
once more.

I need,
And so am found to be wanting,
For the fact of simply not having
My love, my dear, my sweet,
My friend, my heart, and ever lovely
Darling and only. My No.1 queen.
I am ever alone
Who have I to defy this aching
In my soul

Besides you?
It's you who moves me to create
To dance, to pluck strings, to paint,
To act upon my inner desires
And pull out your love-song and satiate
Without pause. To inquire
Your body, heart and mind
And care for them for as long as I
Live.

But without you near I
Have been found wanting
And incomplete.
Impatient to meet
And quench my being
On all that you offer to me
And present you my overflowing
Love that longs only
For thee.

I never mind
Receiving a kiss
From your cherry lips
When
Sweeter are the words
I speak
Because the love
Nectar from your peach
Coats my tongue.

An artist in love,
I
Write a poem,
Paint an image of,
And compose music,
For that special love.

A romantic, I read
Her letters and smile
And sleeping, dream
That over the great miles
My heart can reach
That one love.

A man, I wait, patient
With God to hold me up
Through time as I spend
Time through downs and ups
Making my way to where I again
Hold love.

And hers I remain,
Through this stretch;
I push on to the day
When I can rest
Upon her heart with
Love.

Your taste lingers on my tongue,
As does your scent on my skin.
And my heart trembles still
With the vibrations from when
My soul brushed against
Your own
Ever so softly and briefly.
And now my defenses
They're weakening.
Is this that first stage of love?
When I give you the first piece to the key of my heart?
I think so.

Sometimes I add too
Much
Sugar so the sweet black liquid
overruns
And my coffee's spilling out the
cup
Dripping down the sides of the
mug
Until I lick up the rolling
droplets'
And pour my cream in-
to the deep-brown liquid
Where it rises to the top
And mixes,
perfect for my palate

It's bliss for my lips
When I get the chance
To whisper compliments
In your ear and you blush back

I yearn to feel again, burning through
The nerves in my skin, your touch.
I need to once more dive into you
And drink of all your endless lush.  
It's true
I can't get enough.
You satiate my cravings;
But with this great distance of time and space
I struggle with being patient enough to wait.

Why do I let myself
Get so mad I… I…
I fight hard against self
But the anger swells it
Overcomes me and
I struggle with tongue
To not say these words that
Cut like daggers and pierce deep
Just like bullets…
And can I ever feel guiltless?
Bible says forgive and forget.
But right after the surge
I feel ever such a helpless
Little fool, that I'ma foolish
And weak man.
That's really way I feel
In the aftermath.
God knows why I'm like this
But I haven't figured out yet.
I rage like lion only to abate
an ugly duckling in garden.
God knows I regret.
Trying to find the ways to
Never again start mess.
And it's painfully redundant.
I get ******, then change of wind
And I'm low tide emotions.
Well.
That's where my heart is.
Blissfully ignorant to the fact
That this is heartache.
I can't hold grudges
Can't stay angry
But sure as hell can handle
Depressed.
I can always say sorry…
Even when fault lies
With the other party.
Always an apology on my lips.
Maybe it's a strength?
But right now only God knows
Why He made me like this.

Every musician
has his/her inspiration
For every improv and performance,
And every composer their
Muse for every composition.
I thank God that mine
Is constantly in mind
So I can produce music that can define
Her.
Because it's useless trying
With just words.

I am the wind.
Blowing on your wind
Chimes.
The ocean water slipping onto
Your gentle beach during
The tide.
I'm the dew on your
Rose petals when
The sun rise.
And the starlight piercing
Through time
To reach your surface.
I'm midnight ink soaking your
Your blank inches
That await my signature kisses.
I'm fingers on your strings
Musician playing
your music.
You're the muse behind
My bemusement
As I wonder how
You love me.
I am
The floor beneath your feet
When you're dancing majestically
I get chills over my skin.
My pigments sing
When the sensation flicks
Like cloud lightning.
Such is the depth to
Which you reach
Like a well to draw water
From the earth
You tap into my innermost
Being.
Just speaking metaphorically
Bout the ornateness
Of the passion leaving
me breathless.
You're like petrichor
After a long rain.
Like a closed door
On past things.
Like a new chapters
New page
First sentence
First syllable
First letter
Exploding imagery in my mind.
Like fireworks in the dark night.
Like a candle flame
Bursting into existence
Without delay
Ardent in every kind of way.
I picture drinking your cocoa
In front of a fireplace.
You're spices and sugar
Strong, flavorful,
Saturate my taste.
Laughter that leaves me
Gasping for air
With no escape.
The island of Aeaea
To my Odysseus.
I'm lost in you
Like a raindrop
Fallen into the sea.
A ****** but for your love.
Such is the intensity of
What I have in my heart
I feel I must have brushed heaven
When your lips touched.
When I first truly looked at you
And thought to myself,
She's as beautiful as
The ruby red sun
At dusk
On the ocean horizon.
And I, the artist inspired
By such pulchritude,
Can't get you out my mind,
How could I express such
Presence?
No matter how I paint,
No matter the music I play,
Your description is locked in,
The image burns on my mind
Though I write many a
Metaphor.

What's the sound of a
Breaking heart?
It varies I think.
From silence,
To glass shattering.
Harsh words spoken in grief,
Tinged with solemn lonely
As you become an island in
A destitute sea.
It sounds like, a ship with full sails
Departing from shore,
As you figure out that you can't
Stand the confliction anymore
And burn the bridges betwixt yourself
And your friend or significant other.
It sounds like fire,
It sounds like a winter storm thick
With blinding snow
And freezing cold.
It sounds like pain,
And loss,
And discomfort,
And unspoken, weighted words.
It sounds like crashing down to earth.
It sounds like,
"I've been hurt".

I sleep tight
Body and soul wrapped up in her arms
I rest assured
Knowing I'll wake up in her warmth
I'm comfortable in her presence
Fully relaxed I give up all the tension
And sink into her thick and sweet scent
Her soft and smooth moreno skin
And closing my weary eyes
Resting upon her *****
The starry night
becomes a simple perfection.

I paint a picture
Sculpt a sculpture
Frame your figure
With ink thick and black
That stains this soft paper
Until at long last
your image
Your soft brown skin and hair,
Your deep brown eyes
and heart shaped lips
The curve of your hips
your thighs,
The things only for my eyes,
The intimates only for my heart
The ardency solely for my soul,
The strength of your mind
And heart that beats strong, inside
And outside top to bottom,
projects from words in a poem
Unhindered

I am so outright
Lonely
Wondering
What keeps me going
Wondering
Who are my real friends
Indeed
I'm thinkin bout if I have any
And
It's quite annoying
Realizing how limited
My list is,
Full of shortcomings
And I fail to comprehend
What exactly it is
That I'm doing wrong.
This thought process irritates
Me no end.

When I was younger
I can remember
Hiding in a dark closet
To cry tears that otherwise
Would go noticed.
I was ashamed of pain
And sadness
Ashamed of how they
Turned my face into a mess,
And also scared of the reactions
People would have
Once they knew my reasons,
Once they knew my weakness.
I can remember those days
When I'd hide away,
Throw covers over my head
And scream
My anguish Into a pillow.
Now I call that pillow poetry

I roll into you,
Like strong waves onto
The sea shore.
And you melt my
Body like the mass roiling
At your star core.

I


found one hundred ways
to say your name.
I gathered all the titles of royalty,
And the forgotten gems
Of dead languages,
And wrote them of you,
Attached till the end of time
To your every inch.

Oh.

Fool am I, forever.
How I wish I could
Reach into the past,
Steal my poems,
Seal my pens,
Hide deep within, my letters
For a one in the future.
To tattoo her with e’ry character;
Rhetoric kissed into her skin
With phoneticized thoughts,
Communicated, like electricity
T’ween she and I, synapses.


Oh.

She deserves my thousands of
Insights gathered in the palm of mind.
And I had given them all to you.
Forever, and in hindsight
And passive reflection
With soft of exhaled breath
Past lips goes,

Oh.

Write lovely words on my skin,
Dye every pigment with your ink.
Place the characters with your lips,
And the gentle strokes of your fingertips​.
And when you've written a thousand words
.
.
.
Envelope me in your arms
And seal me with a kiss.
Then mail me to heaven
Addressed to Sweet Bliss.

Im sending kisses.
Though miles away
To spite the distance,
That great amount of space
That seems so endless.

I'm sending kisses
To sweeten your dreams
And warm your bed
And bring peace to sleep
In this cold winter night
Where I'm not resting
at your side.

It's the hardest thing
To be mean,
When you're sweet.

I
Planted a garden.
Took a few years
To see it's fruition.
Now, through my mind
A goddess walks
To the beat of my music.

I'm the cream
Mixing into your coffee
For a good cup of love.
With this good amount of sugar
I think I'll have to make another.
Though of course with you
The taste only gets better
And more refined
The more I sip away
At your sweet
And savory
This early morning.

The Lips
That dance over my skin.
How long I've waited for them,
For that delicious touch of his
To meet with mines.
How
Long I've waited to give love
And he's pulled it right out of me
With those
Lips.
The touch of his words
Send me into a pirouette
And set me aglow in my very depths.
And although they've
Only touched my surface
They reach so very deeply into the
Very heart of me.
Does he even see
What he does to me?
What he pulls out of me?
Emotions I never knew
Could exist.
He's lips that
Melt away my insides
With a simple smile
But the effect doesn't stop there,
Doesn't hold back, doesn't spare,
Doesn't overlook any inch
Of me that needs the warmth
That's forever emanating
From his lips that set my
Soul to dancing,
Sets my heart aflutter
Till I pointe
Ready to rise high
Feeling as royal as a queen.
Oh how long I've waited for
His lips.
I dream of the lush
Revel in the ardent
Touch
Of those precious
Sweets
Saved just for me
And my palate.
as lovely as dew
In the morning  
And flowers in full bud
Just for me.
His lips.

A memory that brings sharp pangs.
A better-left-empty cup of coffee.
A Winter that promises to get colder.
Today, a high of -10° degrees.
And then she steps into the room.
Into my world.
A flower in perpetual bloom,
A smile that outshines stars
A laugh that radiates the dark.
Today,  sparks fly deep in my heart
And I again feel warmth.

Something about the way
You hold your wine glass
Intrigues and piques me.
The way the condensation
Contrasts with the heat
That emanates from your hand;
Water droplets slipping between
your fingers. your honey skin
Evocative of the sweet Chardonnay
From which you sip bequaething
The glass with red lips stains.
There's something about the imagery
That leaves me yearning for a taste.

Your hot lips
Grace my cool skin
Like morning dew
On blades of grass.

Just as your fingertips
Caress like rays of sunlight
Caress the horizon
During sun-set & rise.

And your deep brown eyes
Staring deep into mine
Light a fire in me that defies
The cold that grows
When you're not by my side.

And musician that
I am,
I create the vibrations
That you dance with me to
through the night.

We love to see those
special ones we love
Make changes for us.

But
during the evolution,
Did we remember to
Love who they are?

Afterwards,
Are they still deep down
The same one we fell in love with?
Or did we lose them while
Sculpting them into a new image

Dear love,
I ask that you be patient.
I've just now realized
I'm holding on to fragments
Of a past before the lessons
That I learned from you
Straightened my worldview
Setting everything in my vision
To pink.
The passion runs deep
So that the thought of being
With you is a constant.
And yet, I'm still learning
To let go of the fragments.
Rewiring my mind takes
Quite a bit of practice.
However I can promise
That the end result will be
Well worth your patience.

The only thing's between us
Is ardent candlelight,
Th'smell of inexpensive wine,
'nd jazz that whisps like smoke
Through heavy air
Color laden
.
And yet, th'distance between us
Is akin the space between
The saxist lips and his woodwind,
The painist and bassist fingertips,
On black and white keys'n
Ever vibrating strings.
.
Closer than th'gapless notes that slip
From the vocalist voice and soul
Nd'nto the stream of sound
That we call music.
The space between us is
Timeless.
.
.
.
Soft and sweet, turbulent and full
Passion that drips like ripened nectarines.
I bite into you, and you into me,
Perfect euphony.
Consuming consummation
In equilibrium
Ever nourishing.

Lightning will pierce gray sky,
And thunder
Vibrate through precipitation.
But the whisper
brush of wind throughout
is both birth and abeyance
To cloudburst.
The storm that breaks
To reveal nights constellations.

I yearned for a touch
To reach through into
The deep of me.
Yearned for a voice
that'd create in me
a trembling
Soul filled with
anticipation.
And this you gave,
But oh how quickly
You take it away.
Barely a lingering taste
On my lips.
You've slipped away
In silence
Like water droplets
Slipping from the petals
Of an unfurling flower;
Condensation that dewed
Upon the vibrant blooms
In the soft night,
Only to dissipate in dawn's light.
Leaving me only
with questions,
pondering the now dying
Fire, soft embers,
within your
eyes.