Out of all the things
I could ask from you
All I want is
to sit and talk with you again
with the both of us knowing that
we are okay with each other

You may lie constantly that
you are okay with me
but I can see it in your eyes
I can see it in your look
that things are not okay

You may say that I would be
crazy to accuse you of this
but you would know better
than to lie to me again

All I want is for things to be okay
but apparently, I ask for journeys
that require me to cross stars and galaxies

She's like deliquescent caramel,

the cool side of a pillow

        to lay your weary head,

subtleties of springtime &

          warmth in wintertide,

whispering hope upon lush  

        Zephyrus pipe dreams,  

    mellifluous nymph with wings

                 of a butterfly warrior,

softly determined,

    unfailingly true-hearted,

       whilst relentlessly ferocious

  Wise, yet sometimes struts

        blindly in the light,

       as dulcet tones of a cello's

           melodious marmalade

            in sentiment's tender fancy,

she's beauty, charm,

         knowledge, poetry,

               utter strength,

               & humane weaknesses,

she's twisted and ethereal,

           her aura sublimely captivating

     you may covet her body,

            you'll never possess her soul

Into the river of poetry I pour my prose,
Flowing tears of written hopes and woes.

I watch as it mixes in the rushing streams,
Dancing with words of others' nightmares and dreams.

Released from my heart, it washes away,
Leaving me cleansed to live another day.