She's awake, eyes wide,

Gazing at everything that surrounds her.

Ugly? Someone apprised her no.

Loving is the cue to everything beautiful.

Skin deep is nothing. They are just words.

Magnificent is nothing,

And nothing is unlovely,

When you see the world in gray,

You fail to remeber,

There's an other side.

From sad to happy,

He made her, unknowingly.

He showed her,

People can be inimical,

She said she is aware.

Then what was that he did,

To make her all so beaming?

I guess we'll never know.

It's a tale of two seeds,

Who were growing into trees.

When one was about to die,

The angel came to relief.

By the shores of the Dry-sea.
Beyond salt-crusted sands,
In deep, deep, caves,
You will find dragons.
Long ago, in ages past,
Men and women were selected,
An honour to ride these great beasts.
Winged creatures of giant stature,
Sharp of tooth and talon.
Then foolishly, the dragon-riders fought.
The battles, ****** and deadly,
Swooped across scorched skies.
Then the dragons took their leave,
And burrowed deep into the earth,
Where they slept away the centuries.
Occasionally one would surface,
In a lake, a fjord or a loch,
Emerging by secret ways,
To see if mankind still made war.
Until at last, mankind has long gone.
The Earth is dry: blisteringly hot.
Perfect for dragons to bask,
Upon the salt-crusted sands,
By the shores of the Dry-sea.

© Paul Chafer 2014

I am up with
the rising sun,
covered,
blanketed,
awash
in your
glistening-glow.

O what sensuous sounds we make!

O the sweet melody,
it's music to my ears!

Gliding
so smoothly
in & out,
plunging
toward
an explosive free-flow.

Hug me darling,
kiss me sweetheart,
squeeze me tightly sugar,
I am getting
closer to the brink.

I will not fight you,
you play your part so well,
you make it right!

O honey,
please understand,
these things I do
think about,
pen them
with thoughts of you,
so early
in the morning.

Yesssssss,
that's right,
just perfect,
such lovely-ecstasy
you give me!

If you only knew
& now,
I know you do
move me,
there's proof here,
lot's of it.

O dear lady,
I confess,
I'm such,
made a huge mess!

The rumble of a distant jet
sparks my wanderlust,
takes me away
to other places,
do you hear one too?

We are oceans,
bodies of cells,
rushing,
swirling
in tempest-waters,
floating on waves
in seas of adventure,
crashing,
smashing
millions of grains
lying on
endless-shores.

While there's no ink on any paper,
No clicking of keys to satisfy
the hunger of a page
My mind holds the ink and the clacking
Typing up inaccuracies
Drawing conclusions

Writing a fearful poem
Drenched in black ink and woe.

O sweet miss,
please save me,
I want to be yours!

I want to infect you
with my charm,
not harm you,
fly on your
delicious-insect.

The pretty-one
you have
brightly-inked
above your
tasty love nest.

O little darling,
spread your wings open,
I want to float on your kisses!