as you fall into the darkness
the depravity
would you mind touching my hand?

i would like to feel the stiffness
of darkness itself
from your cold hands.

but why won't you touch me?
dance your fingers around my body
and touch them wherever you want
i want it all
the cold and its humidity
the winter and your icy fingers


why won't you touch me?
i still see the fire in your eyes
burning with passion and lust
but why won't you touch me?
do it with grace
i want to taste the fire
and the ice
both of them aroused me
alluring me to this place
where darkness surrounds
and light fails to hold its ground.

i succumbed into
your mesmering eyes
now touch me
and feel the world pulverize.

Yes, it’s a poem no matter who reads it,
worded conclusions one line at a time
Splattering ink on the pages of reason,
whether or not you can sense any rhyme

Searching my dreams for the perfect notation,
picking and choosing what I hope she sees
Gathering leaves of our tomorrow seasons,
falling to earth on the breath of a breeze

Echoes I’ve whispered in words used so often,
carved in the essence a float in my mind
Wandering footsteps through valleys of wishes,
happy endeavors in phrases I find

Till comes the day when she sits here beside me,
sharing the beauty her smile does inspire
And of the views framing skies of forever,
promising visions of windswept desire

I write these verses of heart felt emotions,
all of them true in the fashion I send
For very soon I’ll be rounding the corner,
penning her poetic love once again