Beautiful on fire, passion,
Not for the faint-hearted
You stare at me, its danger
Usually demure, looking away
So angry, a dial

I can't help but stare
Lose myself, for a moment
Your voice, gorgeous
Drowned out by the contact
Not a moment for me usually
I have to take the time, appreciate
I love you in your passion

I kiss your lips, closed, locking lashes
Maybe head tipped back, always closed
Makes me wonder, do I kiss that well
You lose yourself in desire?
Maybe thoughts elsewhere

Wonder without guile

I love your smile,
Creases your eyes
Dark, then light
Browned by heat
Red on the fire

Emotion traps, caught between blinks
You say, your eyes show far too much
I am denied, but for anger
To look in to your eyes
Not hard to read without,
But to have the sky
And never look up

Emotions run deep, and deeper they must seep
But what do they seek?
Nothing but sheltering words,
be it from a Sheik, or a Greek.

The imagery is both out-worldly and unspeakably realistic
We try to find a way, a channel, a historical shuttle
Only to have it expressed in vague words
"Here, another puzzle".

The words dance in rhythms and riddles
Sometimes unfathomable,
Yet once aligned, they cast a spell.

The spell is poetry.. and it has a society
Countless souls, and souls yet to come
11th of August, marked the arrival of its rightful king
Tired and tireless, a lifetime of embodying poetry

O captain, my captain!

Let us roam the forgotten streets and share a bottle of cheap gin

Let us whisper inappropriate jokes into the ears of those who deem suicide a great sin!

And Let us remember that once conscious, mankind was in tragedy,
but through comedy, we found our remedy.

Rest in Pieces,
For I swear to Jesus, I can hear your laugh at "Pieces".