I felt the blade cutting
Tje mirrors eye,
She was cold like a fevers
Body,
Brazen when she held the
Life of me,
Lettimg go at the precipice
And falling into the extreme
Suddeness of who she
Became,
A razor cutting life from me,
Piecing me back together.

Such an immortal wound
To the momentary quiver.

all the vitality of Sunshine
captured within all things

transformed by beauty
into beauty

the beautiful circle
of love.

I can't take it,
So I wrap it up
As a gift of words,
And poetry becomes
An emotion,
And I can be,
And I can live,
Here right now,
Poetry,
Life in words.

I swim in your glances,
The sea of awkward depths.
I see you look away,

A moment flutters and forbidden
Is just the beginning.
Fall into the dusk hours
As the darkness falls
And the shadows form
Over your body,
the whiteness of your skin
Becomes a pale kiss to the
The moonlit desire,
You flash a smile.

I feel a lifetime.

In the dark riding the light
Of your skin,
I become the shadow in the
Crevise and curves of your
Body,
My body over your body,
My body into your body.

Kiss the night,
Die into the desires,
Breathing your flesh,
Exhaling pleasure.

And it is a war of Worlds of worlds,
My mind versus you.
In the flow of the river
I began as a drop
Filtered at the edge of the moutain
Becoming what a perfect intention
Usually flowers into.
At the precious moment
I left an eternity of thought.
And all i see has passed me by
When the present was gifted
And abnormaly
Absent from minds eye.

Is not in my pen,
Not in these words.
Not in my breath,
Speaking broken verbs.

It not my book
Of lost sorrows,
Or writing audascious
Hopes for lost tomorrows.

It is when I fight
To get out of here,
Lost in the poem
With life oytside so near.

The curse of words
Is that we are there but not,
Writing thé moments
Where present eas forgot.

I take the time
To take the time,
A moment in its pursest
With no reason or rhyme.

Just be.