I never dreamt or hoped to find
Our ecliptic love that left me blind
I'm bathing in its iridescent meteor showers,
Enjoying the misty halo of you, lover.

A kiss that transports through time and space
A walk on the moon from our cheeks embrace.
Weightless, I'm tethered like an umbilical cord,
To come back for your sweet rewards

My work is a barren lonely desert,
Devoid of you and your playful flirt.
Until the afternoon divine,
I see you and my stars align.

From the Azul sky a diving sparkling speck,
An unmatched beautiful creature without circumspect,
The golden leaves of spring like soldiers on parade,
Dip and make way for this fair winged maid.

I have so much longed to be first bite of this season,
To be touched and blossomed to perfection by your reason,
I grow juicy, soft and ripen as I fall for you.
Tumbling into your soft Cashmere hands on cue.

Salivating, I’m tasty, savour me between your teeth,
Sink deep in without remorse, how delectably indiscrete!
Say my name with a smile it’s so safe in your mouth.
I’m tingling the roof of your brain with my flavours coming out.

Take me away! as we fly, I’m cast about like an enchanted spell,
Moistening your soft syrupy lips of caramel.
I’m drained to sustain the iridescent colours of your gilded wings,
Moved by the high passionate notes as you sing.

Your smooth, probing tongue, my flesh diabetically sweet,
Leaving streaks of sienna nectar on fates smeared cheeks,
Wipe away before staining fabric from our black and white lives.
They keep returning, stubborn like long goodbyes.

Surprise! New emotions enveloping, hypnotic like Night Jasmine,
Mimicking a rainwater spout so bubbly, escaping, and exciting!
Your caught hopeless as a fish fly rod with a glass eyed trout
Choking while love swoops silent from heaven to pluck it out.

That’s when you look at my seed and you can tell.
I’m good for your ego but as bad as a toadstool’s spell.
So I’m placed in the first mound of mud you come across,
Where you replant me sprinkled with fairy dust.

Saturday I was the happiest knight in your kingdom
Sunday I extinguished loves burning embers with mere chewing gum
Monday I answered your call..... to muster arms, your period enemy.
Tuesday I saw my purple sky fall around me like attacking dragons.
Wednesday  I cried bitterly making my own wailing wall.
Thursday I built a trebuchet, to catapult me back into your life.
Friday I lost my sanity when I heard only the Pied Pipers fife

I wish there was another day, I need another chance.

Anyone there write poems anymore.
Is picking up a pen a thing of lore?
Are there star accountants counting at night?
Dictating under a moon too bright.

Hands hovering  under a dim light,
Pencils swaying like a rod for a bite.
No audience pulling on your string of words with polite
No mountain of phrases on landscape of white


I know these thoughts a bit,
my own private hell.
But more horrifying than this
Is no ink in the well

Is this the end of something new,
Something of nothing cascading through,
Grinding like graphite brakes to cessation of interaction,
No more love, just dripping remnants of perfect attraction.
So what of the world and its distractions?

And isn’t it ironic, even platonic.
Like daily doubles, we both picked up on it.
Was it our telepathy or just in my eyes alone?
My heart leading, my mind following your spells along,
The cold metal words still ring in my ears like a Tibetan gong.

Your smile had my resistance my barriers to love disarmed,
You said you melted in my arms,
Maybe that’s why my love alone isn't enough for forever,
Forever love on repeat, despite this stormy weather,
Rain without rainbows, wow, isn’t that clever.

But can nothing be something, is that, cunning?
Why did I at that last moment suddenly feel like running?
Running from your touch that made the very earth quake?
Reversing out of your life before daybreak,
Reversing out of your life before I ......break?

Does this gaze away mean we’re done?
Eye contact, a smile, it’s over, we’re gone?
I wished driving away, that in that second I was blind
Wish I never already made love to you in my mind
Wish I could erase …………4 months a week, 2 days of…. time.

Impossible, since your more than a memory
Your etched into the trapezoidal ashlar stonework of my fantasy
With you I felt a transparency, an urgency,
We could be living off what we didn’t need to grow
Now I hold on to what I can’t give back, you love me and I .....know.

Down the busy street of happy
Wheels are greased by compromise

Kisses like advertisements seem sappy
Smiles are turnoffs to distracting lies

Too many detours lay ahead
Forward with dust as Dante's Attack

To my love my one and lonely
My rearview mirror has no cracks.

Your words are like precision guided Bombs in clunkers,
Exploding between my ears. there are no bunkers.
My response tumbles out stuttering like anti aircraft nests.

The alarms in my brain go off suppressed by tears discharged
Heart, Trust, Ego, Friends over the years........
Your armaments know where to hit and cause most damage,

Plumes of fiery emotion flare up, soon loves smoldering cracks .
I dodge your heat seeking adjectives, they encircle in packs.
Cold nights afloat clinging to this yellow deflated ego. ergo.

Our love is war

Waiting for me after a long shower and shampoo

I dry my bronze silky skin and come to you,

Your smiling sweetly sitting on the edge of Marble countertop,

waiting while your loving gaze at me never drops.



I reach out my moist hands, we brush,

You shake nervously and seem to turn to mush.

Your wondering really how innocent are my fluid motions,

I'm smirking, while grasping a scented lotion.



You sit there amused blushing from Pink to rainbow,

Each angle gives you a new mellow, a glow, wow!

I'm missing something , something I pretend to forget,

You look impatient now with sighs of regret.



You sulk as I glimpse with a lean of my head,

through the frame of my door from my now made up bed,

I pull up my slacks, your sunny smile fades to dreary,

I put on my shirt, your turning the evil fairy.


I know you feel there's someone else,

Some disappearing genie or magical elf,

because you sense but never see,

Me happy in other pleasant company.



You want to be all over me that much is clear.

I want to take you too in my arms dear,

But today will have to be just that touch,

Your lingering smell on me makes others lust.


But silently you understand,

Your sealed mouth is as dry as sand,

I blow a kiss as I pick up my key,

I know in the dark you'll wait for me................


Because your MY perfume

Was it the modest perfume or your brushing touch?
Was it necessity or simple lust,

Can I be your oasis of thirst,
Would I be best, average, worst?

Can your smile greet, me awaken me, like sun on my face
I feared serendipity's coldness standing in my place.

Wish I could steal the heaven in your eyes where it lays
hold on to it like Gollum, salting it away for days.

Your words trigger a nuclear reaction in my chest,
My heart explodes daily despite my best,

These thoughts berate me constantly,
But most of all I fear you might love me.

Til two we played in the quartz sand,
Hoping the sands of times would quickly past,
You will be my first,.........last love,
for drawing kisses and hearts on my cast.

I felt you squeeze my hand when I cried,
I felt to squeeze your .... yours well I tried :)
To speak for you out of turn,
how rubbing grade school crayon from walls burn.

I gave you that rose stolen,
from the secret garden that stole our hearts,
and crosses don't come often,
but i'm happy we crossed paths

Like polished diamonds each dimension to you unique
Your so irreplaceable when you speak,
My knees buckle like wheat,
But only under the weight of your smile.

Like a drop of dew in a barren land
Restoring moisture to the sand,
The mustard seed of love in my hand
Is hope’s potential, eternal we can be one

Like a ray of light that burns
at blinding speed as our worlds turn
you’ve reached the core of me
I yearn from across what may as well be eternity

And in the obscurity that remains of the day
Our lives must touch only this way
while passing as a momentary eclipse
I whisper these words from my lips

Rare!

The poems that I saved today,
Rescued from a hilly grave.
slave away only for me now,
go make new friends and bring them here,

Fly.................

The rythimic beat of your heart in its treasure of your chest.
Thrills my ears from above the cloth covering your breast.
It beats like a military drum,
Bidding me to come,

Come hither as you shiver,
From the cold outside  wet as rain.
My lips ache with pain
While they unwillingly  refrain ,
From uttering the words that betray my mind.

Describing how i wish you supine.
How angelic and devine,
As before me you lay ,
Spread like a bountiful buffet
Delicious your eyes that stoic gaze on me

For this is the finality of our daily mating dance.
The promises of chance.
A battle of wit reduced to who will submit
So as i crave your fingertip.
You have my senses stripped, down to bare essentials.
My eyes devour your credentials

Wait for me, on the first midday of sweet summer,
your teenage smile warmer than the melting sun.
In playful garb and colour we've only just begun.

Wait for me, last day of awesome Autumn,
a kiss past six at day break,
the leaves of uncertainty have fallen and happiness lies in its wake.

Wait for me in wondrous winters starry midnight,
You command my delight, with your frosted lips of rose gold,
My heart swelling with desire at the fusing of our souls..

Wait for me floating at sunset in Easter's eternal spring.
Hope springs forth from the fertile soil of trust, where love is blossoming..

Wait for me ....oh  Wait for me there, I'm coming

You feel like my hands in warm winter gloves on Snow day

This life brings fresh feelings like honey laced dew wetting my lips,
When I say your name and simultaneously think of your hips.
To hold them as if my steamy marble cocoa, a frothing cup.
An image, an angel of mercy conjured up,

Once lost in my sea of latent thoughts.
I feel your net surround me and I'm caught.
Raising me by my wrists to the shore to be bought.
Alas! freeing me to walk the garden of happy.

The Fuchsia fruits of love hang so easy and low,  
I pick and sink my teeth in with violent throes,  
Feel their silky juices staining my lions and soaking my innocence....
But the sweetness makes me close my eyes.

Tell my pillow I'm sorry for all the missing nights
Tell it I didn't meant to start it (all those pillow fights)

Tell my pillow I miss her,
How I miss the pillow conversations.

I wanted to call you again,
Your voice I know will numb the pain,
These heart beats, pounding aloud in my head,
Are they my telephone keys punched instead?

The dial ringing in my ears are like Iron Bells,
Tolling for the loss of our intimacy, me losing your spells,
I carefully grip the receiver cord tightly in my hands,
Like a rock climber dangling from fraying rope strands.

But then when you finally said hello?
My world shattered by that one blow,
My mind fragmented, suspended in multi dimensions,
As our hearts released, like rain, floods of mixed emotions,

I’ve waited so long for you to say three precious words,
Expensive words from those firm sweet lips I once kissed.
Yet now you speak, and your words are amiss,
Because I hear music instead of your voice,
Beautiful to hear, but condemning is your choice,

I’m sentenced to live without your electric impulses,
The loss makes me convulse, as part of me dies
Your heavy breathing and sighs.... replace once gratified cries,
I fail miserably with the charms of my best lies...............

I want the chance to speak to your heart,
Through these cold metal wires rekindle a spark,
To defeat the consuming fate that kept us apart,
Bringing once again love to the fore, to just love you more..........

Sunrise on your face like a warm caressing hand
Your surrounded by friends, a tired but merry band.
No hooks or ropes needed just your backpack and your aching feet
Your taking longer drinks now to stave off the heat.

Its so contrasting, your hot when its frigid cold
This moment you'll remember, this memory is Gold
Its about achieving what you thought impossible at first
Something good for the soul, not just the hunger, but a thirst.

You fill your bottle from natures *****
eating your fill from among earths blossoms
Berries, nuts, roasting on ember lit nights.
the eyes consume the bounty of sights.

But the sunrise on the crimson dawn
while stretching your tired frame at being reborn,
So near so high you can touch the vanilla sky
You promise yourself to be back, but alas you lie......

To the keeper of the city's big gate,
Gives an encouraging smile even when I'm late,
I'm looking forward and around in the traffic, the lane,
Trying to mask my disappointment, of missing you again.

For another face is at the window, surrounded by Blue,
And the next day and the next day after that times two,.
I've almost given up this pact,
Gave up on searching, handed my last and just laid back.

This time I got out early,
Cruising up, mind else where, just 7:30,
Can scarcely believe my eyes,
But there you are, I’m hypnotized.

Reaching out, I'm devoid of what to say or think,
Our time is up in only a blink,
And my dry lips fumble, from ogling, long enough to say,
Sounded something like, “enjoy the rest of today”!.

But if I'm lucky you reward me with another "Casa Blanca" smile,
The kind frozen in time and space of my mind for a while,
As I can only lean and gaze,
Finally rolling away bewildered and dazed.

To nibble on that morsel of memory tucking away what remains,
In the farthest reaches of my over ecstatic brain,
“We’ll always have Paris” I silently strain with refrain,
Until tomorrow when I look for you again.

The Ghost I loved but not to be.
Who gave her heart but not to me.

The pieces of my memory lost .
To get them back but what the cost?

One wish of the hands that hold all fate,
one wish before the pearly gates.

That I once more lay my head on her breast.  
And hear the rhythm of her chest.

The gilded opening is terse and with age defined,
Locking away the pathway from a golden mind,
Hairlike roots of tiny letters form a braid,
Ficus-ing along stretching prongs of Purple and Jade,

Pushing they gather and spider around its ovate curves,
occasioning sprouts from cracks lips perturbed,
grammarized rain fertilizing delicate pods of flesh,
blossoming frosty lemon blooms of T's R's come to rest,

The bunched words hanging, dangling like grapes, of frailty,
dipping on fickle branches barely holding on to reality,
threatening to fall like daggered swords,
But alas are some silently whispered Jamaican words

The girl who I love, she's made of all the good things,
Her words nibbles my ears so soft like lips on Cotton Candy rings.

The girl who I love, her eyes are sparkling polished jade,
Like deep pools of emerald in the mystical caves.

The girl who I love because of her puppy heart,
that melts my eyes to pools of crystal art.

The girl who I love that encourages me to reach for the stars,
and holds my ladder when it rattles like railroad cars.

The girl who I love who smothers me with kisses.
who spoon feeds my ego, and grants all my wishes.

Thank you for loving me.

I have decided to be,
Butterfly not a bee.
No longer worried out the responsibility,
Of everyone, anyone's  expectation .
I'll start my own nation thank you.

I wont see your face in the shower head,
Nor guess what's under the lump on my bed,
Checking my phone but it was only my head.
No wearing purple because its your kingdom
Yet what to do with this new found freedom
Maybe a new hobby thank you.

I'm a prisoner of love, in this unguarded cell,
The warden whistles my name you'd think it hell,
but she knows my case all too well,

Her piercing eyes as resolute as the Bastille,
Dodging Cupids arrows at will,
Across this broom is forever, I'm gone for a life long spell,

With Joy as my bars and happiness the rubber shower mats,
Blissful ecstasy is its escape deterrent traps,
I pass the time a whittling hearts and sharpening this rap.

See those chalk lines on the wall of my heart?
They record the memories of my days since the start,
Her smiles are more prized than jailhouse art.

At inspection and roll call in the morning,
The smirk under the cap then a whispering,
Keep careful watch on our "Prisoner Prince Charming",

I am the prisoner of your smile,
incarcerated here without a file,
I who long not to be free,
but for a chance to give myself willingly.

My heart in secret petitions life, in your custody,
my sentence needs no deliberation nor jury,
no mercy for attempted robbery under a sky of lies,
I need only the diamonds that sparkle in your eyes.

Let this tryst be my crime and punishment,
shed from me my wooly fleece of innocence,
I plead to be held at your majesty's pleasure,
and cease my torture of uncertain love, forever.

For as I gaze beyond the Ivory bars of your teeth.
captured am I by those warm ruby lips so sweet,
I write these words on your heart with desire,
but you say nary a word, to extinguish this fire.    

Nothing....to the prisoner of your smile.

I close my eyes in cliché to find
the quiet space inside my mind.

The place where inspiration flows in streams,
to trickle and water my orchard of dreams.

My thoughts transport me there like a Vigo.
to clear my lungs and refill my ego,

The trees of hope and fruits they bare,
brings nectar of custard and worry free air.

I rest and lay my burdens in innocent chaste.
with care clearing ivy from your marble face.

I am in the quiet place.

There was a smile I found,
In the bushes of my lovers garden.
It broke when lifted from its place,
The pieces fed it to the elks who graze softly on my dreams,
Around the bubbling waterfall of my emotions.

The kisses of my Rainbow Princess leave me in bliss.......
I am the perfect picture of "ex static" happiness.

The first warms like the sun on my face when I'm colder,
it keeps me in line like a Chinese Soldier.

The second in my hair makes it curls on end, I sink like a snorkeler  getting the bends.  

The third on my neck from brown caramel lips,
so deep I can feel it down in my hips.

The fourth like an Olympic diver off the tip of my nose,
it does a "Triple Lindy" and smells like a rose.

The fifth on my forehead the tongues light protrusion,
just waltzing the edge of my waking confusion.

The sixth in my right ear as sweet as sin, corkscrews in my brain like that plane in "Tailspin".

The last on each eyelid so discrete, softer and lighter than Bambi's deer feet.

And my eyes open................

There was a smile that broke the world,
Appeared upon a tryst,
I found the edge of what was love,
I fell in its abyss.

The hallowed smile that broke the world,
Her eyes a vertigoic possessing swirl.
A walking ballet on invisible felt,
Froze my brain, and made my heart melt.

The perfect smile that broke the world
left me carelessly gawking on idle,
My words always so cool were bridled,
My ears filled with caulk to others.

The alluring smile that broke the world,
Its edges curled into a ball,
Its lips coloured cherry like leaves in the fall.
Its corners sharp like assassins knives,

The simple smile that broke the world,
Once only a joy to me,
Its memory will remain protected in lifes fabric stained,
Comes out each jubilee

Today is the day
A day to wait ones life for
What other conclusion then,
Today we are more than friends
A new beginning where a twisted path ends

My desire is to be yours
Next of Kin
Strings played together in a violin
That makes beautiful unchained melody from within

A symphony to the rhythm of time
With life’s beautiful waltz
Or a Tango, eyes focused, frozen as if paused
                                          
So take my hands
I'll take yours gladly in promise
take my heart, it belongs to you forever.

Mr. Wind blows with violence
Mr Thunder proud and great
They are roaring like lions
Springing on easy bait

Mrs Lightning twice as worse,
Cracks her whip from the sky,
White and purple is her colour,
Dazzling to the naked eye.

Baby rain with happy feet,
Dance from roof to street
They all compete, but never meet,
Never greet  like neighbours.

Who will be the best disaster
Lightning, rain, thunder, wind,
There is only one master,
let the battle now begin

Your picture is on my desktop
To remind me of today
I thought of what to greet you with
My mind began to stray

Back to the times of laughter
Good times in a small office of four
Now all I have are "Cow" workers
Too high on an office floor.

We keep in touch,
Though not as much
As friends in life should’nt be
One line or an annual movie with popcorn for three

So lets celebrate and break the trend
Select a movie or a memorable ends
I’ll be there at the favourite place
A waiting hug, a smiling face.

The case is ready for trial, the Defense braces for war.
I stand accused and pleaded, a prisoner of this Bar
My smile constitutes all my bail but alas is it enough?.
Time treats me like an unpaid Bailiff, it pushes me this way, so rough

The words from the matter stumble, over the ragged edge of my nervous wits.
My pride is like a chafing handcuff, in reality binding my lips
My mind at sea its bow awash gallantly fights the tide,
but waves of emotions overcome and flood as soon as they collide.

Slap! reality hits me on the wrist, It cross examines my heart but I'm still in bliss
Back to the parade of evidence, the judge readying her likely sentence
My closing arguments, is that all my case?. Will you allow my one appeal or scorn me to my face?
I'm left to wrestle with my fate. Left to wait while you deliberate
But there's only one logical verdict for me. I'm guilty in the first degree
Guilty of serendipity.....

They come to me, the words,
some on crutches, but happy like children,
they (the words) rub on my lowest ego like a wagging puppy,
no mercy, I feed them by hand to my vicious poetry.

I hope today to see your smile like a life saving pill,
that makes the butterflies in my stomach obey my will.

To reach out beyond my arms too short,  
and hold to kiss those trembling lips while they retort.

To look at you with wanting and you at me until.
you know I truly madly want you and will never have my fill.

Love in its pursuit,
its battles and wretched forms,
Has left my scarred heart so deformed.
Back then each decision so clear each episode so dear.
I dove into the deep like a Pelican without fear.
With each withdrawal that my desperate soul has spent.
My spiritual accounts are all the poorer from the net of my emotional investment.

For I bartered away a piece of me,
paying for what I knew was free,
Serendipity was my stupidity.
****** affection my neurotic affliction.
My sense, cents and senses eroded by my addiction.
Gaining affection but lost my mind at the cellular level in its creation.
My compass strayed the ties so frayed each footstep of the climb.
Somewhere along the path I was blind,
"slippery when wet" hmmm ignored that sign.

Tripping in trepidation on my way down to hell.
I sped so fast I ignored the warning bell.
Now remains all the marvelous bounty of the beauty in this history.
How I found them still a mystery.
Those moments my only victories.
They hang about my neck like aging trophies.
As I lay tripped from my trepidation

I write better than I speak,
Felt the words caress my cheek,
They tumble out like a coffee grinder,
Enough to fill just one binder.
Only enough for a cup.

I write better than I speak,
The words are rationed treats,
Whenever it comes slow like drops of tar,
Filling my heart like a pickle jar,
Just enough air at the top.

I write better than I speak,
My words don't know de-feet,
They're smart bombs that hit only their mark,
They huddle like grapes in the park
Only each other is enough.

I write better than I speak,
Picking words like wild berries,
They are green caterpillars crawling around my mind,
and yellow butterflies when my mouth opens,
Alive for today, only.

What am I to you?
Am I your bow, your eyes, your muse
Or just fuel, plasticine, the match to your fuse.

What are you to me?
Do you blow my mind, take my breathe away like the song
Or just decimate me, drop kicking the wind out of my lungs.

What will we to each other be?
Will we be friends, lovers, even family.
Or will we tread on alone,  in each others company.

You recycled my heart.
Glùed the pieces of my affection.
Pointed me in loves direction.
Burnished my senses
Broke down my fences

Hi my boo,
I really do love you,
My love was built for only us too,

My love adorns your neck like a gold braided charm,
keeping you warm,
When you hold it no harm........can come

Like half a studded masquerade mask,
but sweet like spices from an Alabaster flask,
encasing your natural beauty like a cast.......from "Friends".

My mind is your home,
Your love does Olympic backflips in my heart where it roams,
I Cheshire under its dome...... still soaked by the rain of your kisses.

Yes when I kiss you goodbye each countdown restarts,
I'm nuclear when apart,
But a placebo beside you, resting in a Cinnamon Guava ****.

I melt and then crust, melt and un-rust,
Responding to your every touch, like a rose mulched,
Your love is my crutch.

You linger in my minds forest like the smell of night Jasmine,
The smoking embers of our passion are there entombed,
Lumpy Charcoal feelings choking like a smokers last breath,
Winding up my wild cerebrum as if a trebuchet.

I wish my aim to be true,
To exhale Cupid as all my stupid, arrowed words unglue,
They fade to watermarks on cue.
Passing through the tapestry of our dyed dying friendship,
Before the emotionproof ark of my heart comes to rescue?
This trip is in vein, my pulse the reins of a galloping aorta

They abdicate their royal virtues my eyes
I lay marooned by your smiles and sighs and thighs
My pride preserved,
Pimentoed by the luminous unfoiling of your hips.
The bite of your ripened lips, recoil my courage like bungie cord

And your words are like spring

I whispered behind sunglasses
like a light wind into my beloved's ear,
But who would be King? her smart retort.
My Lord upon on that chair?

I'd give you a golden palace I said,
She whispered your such a ****,
We'd have to build a great stone wall high,
a fort to keep away all sorts

We walked along the promenade,
past the paisley clad natives in the square
traipsing places of the colourful past
where held once saints in despair.

The bouquets of Jasmine, Rosemary in a porcelain vase
The feeling of a lovers taut hand
The fragrance of the past,
The serenade of violins in a merry band.

I whisper again..................
You would still be Queen.... and the response a sigh