What truths were found
within my kiss

soft reflected in your eyes,

that spoke my heart
in silent tone

and echoed in your sighs.

Speak not in words
thy tender need

for silence so profound,

and let the comfort
of my kiss

be forever where truths found.

No seemstress is she
and yet she spins silken thread
to dress the flowers

Some say salt is bad for you...

                 so what


l e t s                              K I s s

Forget time and distance
for I am with you
always.

Lest I forget to say

I love you

let me say it now...

You thief, stealing my breath

my heart

and soul

eternally.

Its big enough to satisfy any woman...




but it's mine.

You asked
and I afraid to answer
backed away
with muted tongue
and trembling lips
unsure of what to say
so press me not
nor question me
again like this I pray
just know I long
for your sweet touch
all night and through each day
for you are my ache
and wanton need
so I will silent stay

You wear my shirt

my scent

my warmth

my love.

You made life
more beautiful
by being
there for me.

Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words can crush and pierce me...

for no blade er' cut as deep as rapier tongue
nor hammer strike beaten down a man
as when you screamed
goodbye


Or

Sticks and stones MAY break my bones
but a swift kick in the ***** WILL HURT YOU

Our love
is but a garden

where

two hearts grow.

My heart...

my inner ache
       cries out for you

in drum beats
                on tortured skin

the rhyme lost
                   echoed from bone white walls.

If I am found then all is lost
for here my heart
lies pressed
a rose petaled promise.
My voice inscribed
in silent ink
speaks aloud my need
of you
of one more chance
to say

I love you.

In solemn moments
when I have time to ponder
my thoughts turn to you

Silk wings

soft touch

scent of roses

touch of Heaven.

I taste her tears...

still wet upon her trembling lips
and break

the ache of one so gentle
almost too much to bear.

I kiss her eyes
the pain so tangible runs deep

fresh wounds criss cross older faded scars
upon her ashen cheeks.

I kiss her forehead
and try to tell her... I'm here

she does not hear

as she leaves me without moving
I realise sometimes words are not enough.

Some are ice
          and some are stone
some are untouched
          some never known
some made of gold
          whilst others black
some are taken
           others given back
some are broken
           some incomplete
some are bitter
           while others sweet
some are held
            some are lost
some are given
            Sone are crossed

but mine
                Mine is reserved
                                             for you.

You say walk a mile in your shoes...

Fine.

Now you do the same...

Here's mine.

The souls well worn
from front to back...

One size fits all
the colour black.

The leathers aged
and see that crack?

That's paranoid anti social depression...

What

You want your shoes back.

You are the sun
that melts the wax
upon
my borrowed wings

and I cast down
as Icarus
before me fell

fear not the ground
but only
that you
will not be there...


to catch me.

Don't plump my pillows
lest you
should **** my dreams

Love
makes of me
     a fool
    
               And
         that's no joke.

Dost thou not see the daemons

look again...

look harder...

their there within my eyes

hiding in the darkness

Of the pupil.

The Ifs and buts and sighs and tuts
are all that fill my mind
the why's and when of now and then
have burned my poor eyes blind
the would and should and if I could
have broke me by design
the have and have not and I forgot
that you were never mine

Never
taint my lips
with your goodbyes
let them never taste the emptiness
of space
unfilled by your sweet mouth
pressed close

Can you and I be real and not a dream nor wish
as from the depths of loneliness you lifted me to this
the breathy heights of euphorium hidden in your kiss