Sunlight from
the window pane,
sun rays sift through
strands of her mane,
they stroke my face.
She and
the sun collaborate
to reveal the brown
in my eyes,
little does she know
it's my love,
outed in glimpses
as the sun shines,
it's the dreams
of this autumn,
and how we'll be one
by then,
it's the brown of
the tree's leaves,
greeting us on
our usual strolls,
and when we lay
on each other's laps
on all the autumn eves.

Let's find refuge
on the misty clouds,
above the downpour
away from the crowds,
muffled in the sheet of stars,
I'll ****** your skin
like shrouds of silk,
under the dim light
of the moon lampshade.
I look up at the falling rain
and think of your hair
entwined in my fingers,
gliding leisurely without a care.
Sweet belle I hope to god,
before it all,
each one there is,
or if there even is one,
you find home in me,
in the face of
every storm to come.

A lost confidant
parting after a brief jaunt,
the killing anticipation
of getting down on a knee
in the middle of a restaurant,
waves of the fleeting flowing time
trickling down fingers of mine,
then again,
pleasures of the swim
come from the fear of
being hauled by
this torrent's whim.

I gave her my coat
for more than just a day,
to thieve her scent
and take her all the way
home with me,
now I rue each day,
it shouldn't have been my coat
but my skin instead,
I'd have thieved her blood
complimentary to the scent,
for unlike the scent,
the blood wouldn't have faded,
we'd both pass away in peace,
with our souls jaded.

Unaware sweet nothings,
her last words before
she parted,
perhaps the last whiff
of her mane
before an ordeal started.

Wartime looms
in my mind,
a war booms,
milady read every letter
respond to them all
before we reach our tombs,
your expressive breaths
far from being heard
in the moaning war's womb,
over the spiralling planes
and the enemy's role call,
your expressive breaths
far from being breathed
astray in this air of deaths,
the enemy's sword unsheathed.
Bright sky, night sky,
full moon, lifetimes later,
an encounter,
with no memory of the other
or how they were smothered
by the enemy who won.

"Can't help falling in love"
the Elvis classic played
they all except you swayed,
I could tell before I held you
how heavy your chest weighed
with all your heart in it,
all your longing for him ached
thus I came to your aid,
if this wasn't dreamy for us all,
if everyone was still standing tall,
your head resting on my chest
would've heard mine
aching for you,
then the moment passed
Mr. Presley rested with his last verse,
"But I can't help,
falling in love with you."