I imagine a fresco
I've painted on my ceiling
you centered in the plaster
stretching out your hair
curling swirls of shadows
dark hair, dark brows, dark lashes
glossy black for your eyes
so they can reflect me writhing
trapped in the paint of my pain
a silhouette in the sheets
willingly lain

Sam@071617

I'll be the reflection
that fogs to your sighs
up close to your face
To the explosion of colors in your eyes

Sam@071017

the sunset conceding to the glimmering pool lights
cool water ripples with the blowing breeze
thirty two hours between two flights
two bottles lay empty beside your sheets
your smile was sweet and sultry and fine
your eyes were gleaming as they searched my face
then your legs in the water wrapped around mine
as I wished to be drowning in that tight embrace

Sam@062817

strands of platinum purple hair
dispersing the sun's light rays
to the violet tats that lay bare
hiding in lace lingerie
blindfold covering your anxious stare
coal black lipstick saying I dare

shapely stiletto thigh highs
zipped and laced tightly tied
quads to calves in raw hide
hips shaking as your cheeks slide
straddling the table like it's a ride
your every move is bona fide

Sam@062717

When I'm dead or dying
life may be a narrative
from intro to my ending
yet not while I'm alive.
I'm enjoying my suffering
those nine to five
sunrises in the evening
burning negatives in the light,
I'm a tragedy progressing
with no ending in sight.

timelines go missing
from chapters to verses
without a single beginning
short stories in series
no ****** or closing
not inter-connected
by theme or by rhyming.

I'm often interrupted...
every crisis I'm messing
spirits spilling into writes
every choice I'm confessing
undone by my nights.
I'm a tragedy progressing
with no ending in sight.

Sam@060817

whenever you arrive
I look into your eyes,
those glittering darlings
those deep pools of sadness
reflections on gladness,
knowing all you see is me
and my field of vision you
it's like we've leapt ahead of time,
spatial silence beyond a barrier
everything else a background blur
earthly troubles far behind us
the lens of focus on our moment.
you are my art, you are my soul
you are my way out of control.

Sam@060317

into you is into humanity;
from that humanity
with which you connected me
not what we became
nor what we appear to be.

from your body of art and beauty;
not to have and to hold
being able to just behold
the soulful look in your face
that you shared with me.

Sam@052617