When words comes calling
Begging for your attention
Meddling with your feelings
Wanting to drown in them
And mix with your emotions
A potent concoction of poetry
Is splashed all over the pages
The ink spills over
And you get lost in the reverie

Home is your favorite coffee stain

The sound of her voice when
she finally calls.
the sound of the night as it
giggles and falls.

the sight for these eyes that are
bloodshot and sore;  
the sight of her eyes, saying
lonely no more, that

hold me with gazes across
any space, that trace this old face,
holding smiles in their place.
the holding she does with her arms

as I drift into slumber and sleep,
can both cradle and lift any man's
manly heart needing comfort and
rest. they keep any secret and

stand any test. I am drunk on her
skin, I am high on her smell. I am
demon in Heaven, she's angel in
Hell.

now fallen has night, and it fell on
its head. its lack of awareness  
envelopes our bed.
drifting off first, as so often I do.

it's the day's final words:
-I love you.
-I love *you.

"Well, ****!
I know more now than I did five minutes ago.
I like that."

You caught me in a webb from the first day we met.
I knew I wanted to know you more,
Although unsure of what more meant.
Intrigued by your quirky sense of humor,
Those soft caring eyes I could swim in for days.
That smile melted my heart & swept me away.
I feel safe when I'm with you as though I'm finally home.
Your little imperfections are what make you beautiful,
I'll promise to never mould or change you.
This is a little piece of me,
To show what you mean to me.
I give you my locket & key.

each miniscule fraction
cups limitless
the ability of eternal life

visions of apocalyptic proportions
needs must be part of Mankinds scenario
Luckily the imagination can be reigned in
science puts the inevitable off indefinitely
The Sun will not go into melt down for centuries
However Man has twitchy fingers
and this is one unknown random in all scenario