Perfidious lover,

With ambidextrous heart,

You’ve caused my mind to birth
A doubt



Entrapper of my love,

I gift my disenchantment ,

For choking romantic
Ideals


Dear insidious love,

With your infantile ways,

Such brilliant fraudulence,

Has to be commended

Homage
**Paid

It was just a whisper of a touch,
That’s all that was needed for me to arrive at this beautiful confusion. . .
The kind that winds down a narrow road to the deepest part of your being and shakes you inside out.
Relentless in my pursuit now,
To taste you. . .
To live inside your mouth and lie inside your unharbored creativity even if it is just for a season.

The day to day gives way to nights spent waiting for you.
I conjure up excuses,
To invite you to tip toe in again softly,
To sit with you so close and warm,
An unmatched fleeting security,
An exhilarating free fall to my stomach
-Which  I crave

I ponder the most profitable path to gain access to your heart
The usual maps I've followed do not take hold with you. . .
To creep slowly like a cat on the prowl?
Guarded and wise?
To run open armed and embrace?
To not think of how it may end?
Like with you and me,
Lying naked on the floor, our bodies sweaty and tangled?
Your eyes searching for the door?

No you are a different breed.
A roller coaster ride of yes and no.
A  delicious collection of untamed sexiness and unattached heart.
The challenge of the unattainable.
And I,  lusting after your game,
Will learn you.
And possess you.
Until my hunger,
Is only quelled by your matched
Desire

A thought.
A prose.
A paper life with the essence of ink.
Living inside of few.
Bubbling to the surface.
Spilling,
Dropping,
Pouring out a gift.
If,
-and only if,
one knows how to unwrap it
So it may be enjoyed.

Yes, I see you.
You like to make your presence  known.
It’s in the flashy, the gaudy and the uncomfortably fake humbleness that  you  project.
The wealth  and championed successes you stuff into your smile and plaster across your face.
Yes, I see you,
You exude materialism with each closing swagger .
Insatiable appetite for your own procurement.--Your “driven”
You’ve everything one might acquire.
Yes, I see you,
I’ve known you in many.

  
As you walk by you politely nod and look away.
And inside my stomach swells until a small smile cracks across my face.
The irony.
You measure your wealth in commodities
and assume I’m envious of  your riches!!
  
Yes, I see you and am moved…
You know nothing of wealth.