You lay sleeping upon my arm
your hair
repainting old tattoos
with soft
new shapes...

your warm breath
re-writing old messages
with fresh
I love you's.

My life reformed forever
in this quiet moment alone
watching you sleep  
my favourite
tattoo.

By Hell or high water I will have my say
he screamed as he parted the red faced array
this court is a farce and these lies not worth hearing
as he upturned the tables to riotous cheering
take note I implore you of nothing here said
and strike from your minds that the victim is dead
too true that they beat him and his body broke
but the story their telling is nought but a joke
they read him no rights no lawyer was sought
and his confession forget it it was paid for and bought
The witness their calling as since run away
and all of their evidence is merely hear say
so nothing and no one to here prove thier case
just look with your own eyes at this utter disgrace
they've stripped him and whipped him and all without cause
so just for one moment please won't you just pause
Think very clearly twelve wise men and true
just think that tomorrow this man could be you
so do not convict him for that's what they seek
show some compassion as he did the meek
if you must condemn him remember just this
he was only a scape goat sold out with a kiss
guilty I knew it you folk are all mad
you've taken away the one chance this man had
so take him and **** him for I wash my hands
in the blood of the innocent Lord of this land

Laid together

in pleasant meadows

building castles in the sky

Her:

Don't kiss me yet first let me brush my teeth

For this is not Hollywood with perfect hair and breath

Him:
I need a moment to *** and scratch myself aloud

Coughing yawning eyes blurred and red and noisily breaking wind

together:

Oh hell let's just kiss tight lipped and eyes closed

I salivate...

at she spreads

upon
the table

my supper.

We parked

removed
our belts

and slipped

our

trousers off.

I weep ink
in missing you,
my page lays stained
with fluid blue.

I log on
your face appears,
but your not here
to see my tears.

I reach out
and touch your face,
my fingers soft
your image trace.

Kisses blown
you cannot taste,
through coloured glass
just go to waste.

Time alone
stroking the screen,
whispering soft
how much you mean.

I feel sad
that your not there,
to understand
how much I care.

**** the time
and miles apart,
please just log in
and heal my heart.

So until
tomorrow dear,
I stroke the glass
and dream you're here.

Gentle breeze...

be my lovers hands
                      flow slowly over my aching flesh

give me sweet release
                            from this emptiness

of longing

                         to be touched.

I gaze into your windows
hoping to catch
a glimpse of you
naked
open,
yet all I see
is my own reflection
staring back
at me.

Let me in I beg
don't close me out
when all I want is to love you

the real you

the you behind the pained glassy stare
afraid to let me see
you naked
laid bare
open to my touch

I gaze once more into your windows
as the blinds come down
condensation runs
over the soft flaking paint
and I sigh

I could dry those eyes
if they would but see me
as I am
a voyuer at her window
looking in
whilst looking out
for just a chance to tell her

how I feel.

No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh

No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.

As a moth to the flame

your love

engulfed me.

Sweet dreams of you
sweat drenched
scented by natural perfumes
overload my senses
as I again inhale you...

breathing you in with open mouth
tasting the warmth of kisses
from muted swollen lips.

Tongue seeking to give you voice
            as sighs erupt into pleasures moans...

Back contorts
consorting with my fingers
tracing curves
wet from my touch.

Your hand gives me the heads up
and down
and up again
tongue lapping liguid kisses
teasing with tip
further scent from swollen bud...

your nails rake my shoulders
as you buck
an unbroken mare
fighting the bit
yet bit you were and nibbled grazed
teeth tentatively tugging
fleshy folds
as rivulets of passion coated my chin.

Sticky from your peach
I rise and share with you the taste
in our first oral kiss.

Why are depressives good dancers?
because
they're always getting down.

Even now/ at this ungodly hour/
doth morning seem so far away and yet/ so near /// somewhere twixt nights caress and soothing
balm of twilights touch /
by heavens intervention am I spared the ache /
nay the pain / of your light absent from my
darkest hour // then away and rend the very veil of monstrous stars that wouldst with all intent / make mockery of my tears / mirrored here now / upon these ashen cheeks / tear down the moon whom by her very presence doth afflict my mournful heart / for in her beauty art thou found / art thou not found// be gone / fleshless phantoms of thoughts of one for whom I would willingly die one thousand times and one thousand more / for is not the agony of each tortureous night / alone // not likened to sweet death / and I have died so oft I can ner' count the times / be merciful sweet dawn / arise // arise and with your rising raise my spirits/ for I am lost amongst the shadows of this night / and in it's shadows hide myself from all but thee / and she / she that but with a word / a glance / a touch / may free me from this Hell / and let me one more but for a moment set my sight on paradise. ///

El hablar en lengua dual
con ojos jeweled
ella susurró suave en acalorado respiran...

usted es mi primer pensó en la mañana
mi palabra final
luz colgada en labios iluminados por la luna
mi rezo silencioso,
mi sueño más suave,
mi fantasía acalorada.

Rece me dicen que soy el suyo

y hágame creer

en este su



The dual-language talk
with jeweled eyes
she whispered soft hot breath ...

you are my first thought in the morning
My final word
light hanging on my lips moonlit
my silent prayer,
my softest dream
my hottest fantasy.

Pray tell me I'm yours

and let me know

in this, your kiss.