I want to
make love
to you
but not
in the way
you'd think

I want to
brush your soul
with my fingertips
and slip in and out
of this world
in your arms

I want to
show you
the galaxy
inside of my heart
and watch you
discover each star

I want to
press my lips
against your body
and write the story
of our love
in sloppy wet kisses

I want to
deeply inhale
your wild spirt
and get high
on all your
hopes and dreams

I want to
wander the maze
in your heart
and hang
my portrait
over the
cracked drywall.

I want to
feel you searching
my soul and
shouting out
in joy at
every piece you find

I want to
strip you
of your insecurities
until you can
bask naked
in the warmth
of my love

I want to
paint our lives
in vibrant memories
of days filled
with laughter
and nights filled
with passion

I want to
have all of you
in every moment
of every single day
for the rest
of forever

And if that
isn't making love.
*I don't want
to know
what is.

My inner child is so often sweet and mild
      My inner child has a inner guide to keep her from being too wild
      My inner child likes to savor chocolate and life
      My inner child loves learning and hates tests
      My inner child strives to be her best
      My inner child loves the beauty of nature and the beauty within family and friends
       My inner child does not want to be retrained and  longs to create beauty out of pain
       My inner child not having a happy childhood the first time around is having a second change at childhood so join her in her happy dance this time she is not just watching others dance

Filled with the beauty of your essence
My soul sits in the sun
My heart smiles
And I am free
♥
♥
♥

He didn't tell her.*  *Did he even care?  Why did she cry? If he was never there? Everyone else noticed: He was using her. Was it a trick?  Was it a dare?
She loved him dearly, he made her his own.
And now all that's left, is a king in his throne.
She started as princess, but fell for a peasant,  
The king of all stealers/ the ruler of beggars.
She gave him a crown, sat him next to her.
But that was before he took her away.
She found out his secrets, every one of them,
she thought she was the only,  but so were the rest... 
 He crept into her room,
alone one night,
and no one else heard the beginning of a fight.
He stabbed her so stealthy ,
no one heard a noise,
and all that was left was a trembling voice,
"the princess was killed, my dear lovely wife, why, who could've taken away her life?"

The new prince was a tyrant, a cheater , a joke!
It was no surprise when the kingdom went broke.

You--softly spoken entrant whose voice
bore holes afire, gave and took utterance in wilds
of will.
Obscured by the liminal impasse of distances,
elements commingled--you, the God/Goddess
of each in schizoidal break.
Passions outstretched to vanquished winds,
nestled in the directional roughhouse of you.
Sodden in sweat, limbs quake to receive one
another...well-versed nerves know the crucial
importance of our meeting.
Hence, the Foundation of the World--
space time's admixture beholds Truth take in
its fictions.
Its footprints burst the bubble of a mirage in
the deep of desert.
Whenever flesh and bone ran over their
spinning perimeter, lanced by the shock of
gravity...the firmament dissolved its maya.
We withstand our cosmic segway, we lock eyes...
chalk down the Seven Wonders to One.