your languor
for our elation;

your torment
for our delight;

your debts
for our salvation;

your hunger
for our appetite

Love is not blind,
but he who did not see your worth.

I have spent much time
on daydreaming,
I forgot things
I should have written,
words I supposed to pen
in the blank space,
are now gone —
gone as the night sleeps.

Becoming unknown,
from those fantasies I built,
the heart speaks —
when lips unvoiced by guilt,
for those lovely words
were now forgotten by time,
forgotten by my mind,
forgotten by the night.

A guy and his gal were abed,
when she looked over at him and said,
"The way your ***** is bent
is my only lament."
So sideways they did it instead.

And with the first showers
Comes the kind of sadness
Which only half loved lovers
Can feel.

Just the brain
telling tales
we are helpless
to resist.

  ~mce