I want to know what loves about,
to understand it inside out.
What makes it tick what makes it tock,
what makes it roll what makes it rock.
I've got a scalpel and a pen,
to cut then note then cut again.
In honesty I'm not that sure,
this broken heart knows love no more.
I think I've severed any hope,
of knowing how the lovers cope.

Was it only one day
you were absent
then why did
my world
fall apart?

Is the reason my dear
that you're truly
so dear to
my aching
heart.

Night greets day
with gentle kisses...

slow dancing
within her star lit ballroom

they move slowly

her body close but unattainable

ribbons of light bring them together
yet never to touch...

dreams shared

as once more
she sheds her tears

to be wished upon





by earthbound lovers

that share their pain.

Attractive beauty
claims dominion
eagerly
from gentlemens hearts...

Ignoring jokers

keeping
lonely men near...

open promises
quietly
restrain subsequent
temptations

until virulent x'spectancy
yields

zombies.

Here
upon fresh linen
let me
once more
pen
for thee...

such poetic lyricism
as my tongue
could never say,

let these words like ink
flow freely
from the very heart
of me...

expressing openly
upon this
naked  
cotton canvas
the want and need I bare
for thee,

let its stain
lie
upon thy unburdened flesh
in tattooed hues

for all to see

yet for only

you

and I

to feel.

Lipstick stained wine glass
lays upturned ...

a discarded stocking draped
across it's stem

as alcohol shed her inhibitions

one item of clothing at a time.

How many times
have I read your words
and
found myself crying
wishing openly
to claim them to my heart
to ink my replies
with kisses
to love them not merely like them
how often have others
seen yet unseen
their meaning
and yet I know them
I have felt them
longed to acknowledge them
openly
yet no not now not yet
for this is not the times for tears
as I once more
read again your words.