There is
a rapture
in your
eyes,

that takes
away
everything
else,

and then
makes
everything
else new
again.

there is a
familiarity
in your
face that
greets me,

like the
breaking
open
of a
poppy
flower
in a
fall field,

and the
moment
that it is
experienced,

it is
never
forgotten,

it is
to be
held
only once

and then
it is
gone.

I am
the dreamer
of such
things
of nature

of you.

and you
illuminate
my life
which
such beautiful
things

that I
am a child
to walk
your fields

I am
a child

amongst
your
stars.

and for
that I am
truly

grateful.

It's six in the morning
I've woken up

You were in my dreams
I should go back to sleep

Try to chase the dream back
inside my head

I don't want to think of you
subconciously

I don't want to think
You'll be with me

I can't hold onto a dream
forever

The sun is slowly rising
let me sleep

// dream of you
one last time

And your
bare breasted
arc is
a God's
reflection.

held captive
upon your
bedroom
mirror.

and deep
inside
your *******
I harbor

my love's
content.

beyond all
measure that
I have
ever known.

and as
I turn to
take your
hand,

we blend
towards
the morning
light.

and I

could
not

love you

more.

nor feel

this passion

more,

than at

this one moment

with your

soul

naked to

my  eyes.

Though

life's

torns may

entwine and

bleed our

hearts

dry in

suffering.



in full

witness of

God's

open eyes.


asking

penance,


I would lie

down and

surrender

everything

to you,


and shelter

you from

any harm

or doubt

in love..


the giving

is the

salvation


of turning

black

to light.


to see your

eyes

and taste

your lips,


in faith



without

sorrow.


or pain..


to hold

you still,


with divine

intervention


and patience


of giving

everything,


and receiving

everything


in return.

Once
     I was a dunce but
In my head I had
       Arranged
This view of
       Me supreme superior
 In order
        To hide from being
Inferior.
      So deranged I was
I invented my purpose.
      Which was, to be honest,
A ploy to hide
        Myself in shadow.
And then I met the one
       Who sang my praise
Like I had done.
       I was amazed
She really believed
       In me. How numb
I felt to her touch
       Until I looked
Into her eyes.
        And knew.
She actually believed
      In me. Knew all
My secret peculiarities.
      But, she, my angel
From  above loved
       Me unconditionally.
And there I now know
      Because of her,
All of me
        Is all of her.

It is the
underside
of your belly
that I love
the most,

the tender
flesh,
the beating
of your
heart through
your skin
rising up
to greet me.

like an
old lover
a best friend.

and no other
place have
I ever called
home,

and meant it
like when
I say it
to you.

and love is
a rainbow
in your eyes,

and you
are all the colors
of my
watercolor
dreams
at night.

at day.

whenever
I taste your
lips...

you know
the ones
you hide
from the
rest of the
world,

some borrowed
some forgotten
some haunting
you for
the rest
of your life.

lovers misplaced
friends let loose
and when
we were young
love was
just a game
of catch and
release..

and what
is to become
of us
the sum of
all lies,

I should
of held
onto you
tighter way
back then,

like that
ride on the
ferris wheel
when tomorrow
was nowhere
insight.

and love
was a triangle
of you me
and once upon
a time.

and now
it has
left us
here.

older not
wiser and
me

blinded by
the light
of loving
you.