I'd paint the ocean with the colors in his eyes.

I am just another
dumb ****
dumbstruck
by dumb luck.

© Matthew Harlovic

I haven't been sleeping as easy as I usually do.

GUILT
     G  U  I  L  T
          G
            U
              I  
                L
              ­     T

*that is all I feel right now.

You were my weakness,
You had always been my weakness.

A white porcelain coffee cup
she gently raises up to her lips
with a satiated look on her face;
this gift, a much awaited moment
attained by satisfying her yen
not for choicest, gourmet food alone.

Those dark droopy eyes, suggest
a luxurious languor, she does cherish,
as long as the after tremors would last.

Slyly she looks at his swollen red lips
with a crafted guilt, it gives her yet
another high, sending ripples over
her *******, his eyes do a recce on this
then go up to her lips,finds his ardor
last hour had  made them crimson all over,
throwing his head backwards he smiles at her.

when i found you
i was looking for the sun in a smile
i was waiting to catch a melody from silent lips
and i was hoping for a latterday miracle on demand
when i found you
i was hungry for showers of adulation from your eyes
i wanted you to cry rivers and oceans because you'd found me
i wanted to recline upon a dream dressed in fanciful whims
and i wanted you to be the reason for happiness and wonder
when i found you
i was looking to spice up my life and give it  lots of deep thunder
when i found you
i was searching for sweet temptation in the arms of life's puzzles
i was waiting to hear the whine of the wind and the voice of a breeze
sailing the blue skies on a perfect afternoon for wishing and dreaming
when i found you
i knew you were the enigmatic lover and muse of my yearnings
and i knew i was looking at someone to contemplate in eternity

I left you in the morning,
And in the morning glow,
You walked a way beside me
To make me sad to go.
Do you know me in the gloaming,
Gaunt and dusty gray with roaming?
Are you dumb because you know me not,
Or dumb because you know?

All for me?  And not a question
For the faded flowers gay
That could take me from beside you
For the ages of a day?
They are yours, and be the measure
Of their worth for you to treasure,
The measure of the little while
That I’ve been long away.

The taste of your lips,
and the light of your smile.
The ring of your laugh,
and the fire of your touch.
All working together as one
to make me fall deeper.
Speeding up my inevitable landing,
and in your arms, you catch me.
My life finally adding up,
all the moments and tears and wonders.
It all comes together as one,
finally making sense to my finite mind.

Breathless,
I ran into the valley
of serenity…

A valley where birds were extinct,
a valley where time had no wings,
a valley where words no longer exist,
a valley where perfection was built…

Perfection
that was carved
out of the finest, sparkling stars
chosen by gods
of every religion.

Perfection
that the gods agreed
to place into the eyes
of an apostate
I just met.