Well, you'll pobablly be in another womans arms in the years to come
but that doesnt faze this thing
welling
that runs through the tunnels and the funnels of this heart
my love
because it gives me conviction when you are weak
it gives you the loving that you seek
and yours
like chemistry
it gives me the wish fullfillment, the dream I'd always wanted to meet
you are my sorrows dry
the tear drops from tears
separated from thier highest fate
transmuted from young coal to old gold
you bring something with you
with that pride welled up in your heart
ike a wise kind serpant
that only seeks to help
only seeks to pleasre it self
to helping me
and those who are comming
you have the ancients in those eyes
considerable, and powerful
they recognize the same power inside
me
I didnt need your acknowledgment for it to be here
but without it
I wouldnt be here
it would die whith te last morsels of my heart
to a kindly but devious part
Ive been called from the old story books, then
when the gods were our best of friends
but now I am here
in a world that is no longered catered to
because of fear
the children are blind and weak
and recognition, friendship wa all that I really ever seeked
with shoulder bones of gold
you reached into me
and saw something old
saw something untouched by the hardships that has the power to turn something beautiful
decreppid and old
not that Ib havet
havent felt the shiver of the cold
by my own small fraction of foolishness
because I listened to what this life had shown
but all the while I thought of you
even while others ran me through
this same kindness isnt wasted on you
it gives me great pleasure to do
all of this for you
because you dont look down on me
yu see yoursef in my glee
and I see a young god
with a youthful nourished body from the glitters its mind contains
like a wise stag, you've lived your ife as not to shame
the wisdoms and truth carried in your name
you make love to me
my wounds you clearly see
My lovliness dare not loosen themselves from me
my spirit is wise
and its beauty
its heart
its demise
but I am safe with you making love from behind my thighs
I am recognized for the creature I really am
not the kind to still be walking the land
but with your face in mine
my eyes flicker with a hope, completely consolidated

by your firm touch

your firm kiss

upon my soft halo

we are

the same creature

Why do I give so much of my power away when its my beauty that makes life stay
I know
I do myself in, again and again
I know
But is it possible that I've had some sort of help
holding in this type
form of a yelp
I think immaturity is casting your eyes from
the immature side to you
sometimes it feels to be hurt
sometimes it feels to be foolish
to break your own heart
sometimes it feels to be jelous
Sometimes it hurts to be you
because not everyone can see
for all that you have been and feel enternally
can be
not just anyone, if anyone
can crawl into your crawl space
and some dont know marvel at what they find
some kind of different precious jewel
envy is just a curious lense over your beautiful eyes
and does it hurt
to know that this too is part
not of you
but the world for which you were created to play
created to grow
and to delay
you arent yourself darling, you arent yourself darling
and thats okay
because I find you so so so beautiful
and even with those devious sinful
mornful eyes
crying, holding behind
there is a beauty that justifies
so untouched

being a human is acting a foolish runt
but dont despise
no dont despair

its just a rut

from which you were taken
with worldly hands
and cast upon the shadows of the worldly lands
from your home
on those sweeping hillsides
in the tender of a vulnerable, sweet, sweet heart
like sweet cherry juice licked from the palm of a tender loving hand
my sweetheart
to which you've always belonged
always felt at ease
at being at home
you know not of displeasure

yes, being alone

isnt it nice to know what you're not from what you are?
from those feelings that parade their lies
up and down
your comely spine
this fortune reveals your ownly demise


being. so. beautiful.

The touch, it makes me weak it makes me strong
makes me feel that I belong
when I reach
and become enthroned under your arm
I belong

to the skin and not the deceitful lies
to the nature that is mine
those evil ugly spies
that despise
my internal
eternal
purity

there's a body pressing inside of me
holding me
from wriggling free
and when my guilelessness breaks from it's digging piano wires
and I lay
my desire to be touched
on your skin

theres a small opportunity
though
I'm mute
each tear length finger tenderly on the edge of your consciousness
touching like pen to paper
of my inner fears, hopes, disposure
and even so gingerly
I know
I know you feel me
and its depth
it's radiating heat
before I come

I'm a child with my cheeks pressed to a screen door
I move as though my body should ******* like dried mud
as though my yoke is exposed

but surprisingly
I've the hunch to know
that you feel my heaviness
to know the weightlessness I feel
in my soul
you reach with your minds eye around its negative space
and feel its sorrow
though it needn't be real any longer
because the lies are fake
you move like a ghost in my soul
through the layers of my existence
until you reach my blinding light
that smiles with blinding stars
and cries with pools of joy in every corner of my face
in spite of the darkness that tries to influence us
influence as it may, to block me
I know you see me
because it permits me to breathe
loosen the strings of this
of the injuries
of this mask
of what it has taught me
digging raw behind my ears
through the experiences
that cant do more than to try to contain me
the person, the essence, I adore above all else

When this cast is cracked
my lithe body
my bones tumble out
like a newborn animal
exhausted
into a tender pool, locked lovingly around your body
with your will
and its silent attentions
I'm safe to empty
to heave the waters of my deepest
perpetuating well
with agonizing throbs of pain in my arms
to feel the weight
live the weight
to finally know it's release
If I desired, or I so choose
I could flood the very color from my eyes
I can do this very thing
You must know the feeling
behind my face
when I lunge the gallons from my linen canvass
Thank you
for this safe place from the world and its composing times, overseen by your perceptive silence and compassionate lovely gaze

Lover, I don't mean it
but I mean it when I say
shake god and his higher pursuits from your head
I, as your lover, more than others
know
of its sacred connection
but beloved
Come back to bed
God
he has all the worlds philosophers
most renown
in his temple
at his table
talking as men do
whereas mine
it's left disheveled
with nobody to see to its hearth
dance as cobras do
it's once youthful fame
dies as the last remnants of its flame
go untended
go converted
to god and the higher pursuits from your head