It may only be
morning wood
but why waste it

Smoking after ***
makes me think
I need more ****

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. ///

Kiss this ache
from
untouched lips
that tremble
so
with every breath
that speaks
so soft


I love you.

Tis not
the honest sweat of work
but pleasure
that makes transparent our love
as it does thy cotton dress
drenched
by sudden rains that cooled our ardor
causing laughter to replace
the playfulness
of moans upon our lips
come now my love
and let me once more remove your clothes
and warm you
in my arms.

You are
my hearts echo
it's mirror
and it's twin.

She said I need two rings ...

... to truely be happy.

I saw the spider

he saw me

we both ran

Carbon ribbons
unravelling my words
as keys
unlock their meanings.

Cast adrift
my mind wanders
Unchartered
homelands
become mine own.


reading others works gives one a glimpse of their nations pride and beauty.

How can one express their heart
when words are not enough,
how can I even dream to start
when my tongue finds it so tough.

Let me try...


You are the graffitti
tagging
me as yours
you are the scent
of stale beer
in late night smokey bars
you are the
pain of paper cut
where lemon juice seeped in
and the bitter
taste of sugar
replaced by sacherin
you are the days
felt wasted
and night times thrown away
and the silence
found in laughter
just to keep the tears at bay
you are my anger
my sorrow
and my pain
and given
my time over
we would do it all again.


These are not insults
these are the depths of my heart.

You are mist
when the warmth of lonely days
meets the chill
of nights empty arms
and my tears
cry out for you unheard.

I have loved you
from afar
cloaked in shadow...

I have gazed
upon your beauty
from behind...

I have followed
all your life
in a scrapbook...

With color photos
no one else
as ever seen...

I have wept into
your hankie
when you dropped it...

I have sat upon
a chair
you left still warm...

I have kissed
you goodnight
through your window...

But when I left I wiped it clean.

She spoke so sweetly without ever speaking a single syllable

and my heart heard her without ears and hence rejoiced.

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.

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

Love without any feeling

can never truly

Feel like love

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

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.

I misjudged the fall and broke more than my legs

So software
I touched you...

inserting
disc in willing slot

you lit up
flashing with delight

setting the screen
to this
our moments indescretion

you asked so many questions

as my nimble fingers
pressed
against your
aching button...

yes yes yes

you screamed and blanked out

Your system
screamed for my input...

as you ran
scanning my wants and needs

virus free.

I command you
to drive me
home.

without wings she arose...

Virginal in white
casting shadows on my heart,
for like smoke I could not hold her
she writhed between my trembling fingers
Leaving her scent upon me.

The Buttercups and Daisies took to wing and flew away

She rises from the sea...

my Venus arisen

her suit wet and clinging
her curves pronounced,

no bond girl
ever left a man as shaken as I...

as she sways
slicking back her hair

smiling.

The sun kissed skin
glistening
as shades slide over a hundred
hungry eyes

pretending not to see.

But I see

and smile

as she is mine and mine alone

my Venus arisen.

I remember the day
they cut you out...

my paper dolly I joked
as they handed you to me

naked and silent
you snuggled in my arms

then they took you away
how you screamed

you cried every visiting time
till I arrived after I left

you grew we grew closer
my shadow others joked

now it's I that nervously awaits
until you come after you've left

White clouds
surround
her modesty
as she
steps carefully
upon
my aching heart.


Virgo the ****** modest maticulous and hard to win in love.