You held me
Tight inside
Your warm
Arms
You kissed
My nose
Then kissed
My mind
I melted
Sinking into
You, into
Me
Everything
Blurred by
As you and I
Worshiped
The devotion
Lust
And inclination
Of us

e.s.

My heart of ash moans,
In view of his beautiful cluster
of ruby glass
How it aches, whimpering
By cause of his penetrating glance.

e.s.

Lust burned within
His skin touched me
Like porcelain
White as snow
He was serene
With a sinful glow
Like the wind
Whistling into branches
The forest hummed
Sweet love calling
It was only but a whisper
He listened too
The ancient rules
Falling through
The forest floor breaking
Exploding sunbeams
From our eyes
A volcano, erupting
Rusty orange turbulence
Pushing every fiber into,
Hopelessly wishing, drifting
Into a sleepless dream
Never to be sanctioned,
Always asleep.


E.S.

I hope one day I will be brave
To find the strength, tell you
How I love you

I know the pain created
The gain will be less then perfect
Unjust, unfair

I can not show you now
For I am locked, my fingers tied
One day though

Dazed by your eyes
I fall so numb, my heart grows
Everyday

My heart is broke
Cut up in two, one for you
Only one for you

E.s.

Into the night, while I sit between trial
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I ponder into the things, which make reality
Like creating substance, I breath melancholy
Like my father once said
“Life is about doing things you don’t want to do”

The sad uncertainty of tomorrow's weather
Shakes the silent whisper of private cravings
The hidden essence inside simple words
I sit inside, Is it I?
Or am I what lies within?
Is this temple my exemption?
Billows of smoke come crashing

I am not what I am
For I walk with my legs, yet my mind is still
I sit alone, yet my mind is speaking
I am not alone
I am not in company

I hesitate between demons
I hesitate into my soul
It crumbles
I’m alone

I am not what I am
For I walk with my legs, yet my mind is still
I sit alone, yet my mind is speaking
I am not alone
I am not in company

The sad uncertainty of tomorrow's weather
Shakes the silent whisper of private cravings
The hidden essence inside simple words
I sit inside, Is it I?
Or am I what lies within?
Is this temple my exemption?
Billows of smoke come crashing


Into the night, while I sit between trial
Between yesterday and tomorrow
I ponder into the things, which make reality
Like creating substance, I breath melancholy
Like my father once said
“Life is about doing things you don’t want to do”

e.s.