I want to offend.

There are those who think that I am strange
My aura gives off fuchsia and violet
With shades of grey
If I am a balloon it wanders aimlessly
From concrete jungles to enchanted forests
And into the hands of a lonely princess
The upset kicks in when they tell me to change
And that I couldn't but I want to blend in so dearly
So you would put a hex on my frown
Turning sour plums to bright sweet oranges
Whispering almost silently with a cute grin
And hypnotic gaze that
You wouldn't have me any other way
Crowning my forehead with a magic kiss
Fate wasn't the same ever since

sometimes,
   we find ourselves
with no choice,
   but to watch.

My dearest tea
you greet me sir,
take my left hand
your spoon astir.
i let you stand until just so,
beloved sip of company
i've come to know.
your brim is steaming,
and from behind you
early rays of glory
streaming through
a dawn awakened
window to a world
where life is teeming.
but wait, a few more
minutes with you...
let me lose your steady
brew just slow and quietly
as the glistening dew
appears, and winks
me from my
dreaming.

I tasted you on my lips
hint of last night's honey,
   your essence lingered
a musky scent still
    enveloped my senses,
sun and stars had risen
  simultaneously
beckoning through pale
   filtered moonlight,
sharing what lovers do
we were as gypsy souls
    gaily dancing naked,
to the tempestuous
  music of lustful hearts
leaving sensibilities
    for the light of day,
when mingled ambiance
dwelled in contemplation
and the possibilities
        were infinitely composed

She responds to everything that touches her,
and touches her not.

With an inviting liveliness and a scary vulnerability
Like a newly ripen fruit, like a silent lake

She waits to be devoured,
she waits to be dived into.