To kiss is to feel
To kiss is to fuse
To kiss is to forget
To kiss is to live
To kiss is to seek

To kiss is to LOVE

Feel her violent lips crash into mine like the waves that pound into the shore

Fuse together by embracing with purpose to never let go

Forget the then and the that

Live in this moment of epiphany and revelation of love and fulfillment

Seek for the truth in her heart through her deceptive lips

Love with every part of me which just could not belong anywhere or with anyone but *YOU

Forever we wondered
Forever we said
Forever we claimed
Forever we prayed

But oh what fools
To think of an ever
When the only "ever"
Is always a never

Forever we promised
To stay together

But

Forever is nothing
And
Nothing forever

Here's to those
Who read
Who write

Here's to those
That love with might

Forever remember
To never say "forever"

Because

**Forever is nothing
&
Nothing is forever

Through spirit realms
Through lover's eyes
Invisible doorways
Where secrets hide

I seek the unknown
As chill bumps rise
I seek the truth
Of her and I

The points in time
We leave behind
The keys
To love unknown
By the brilliance
Of the poetic mind
Envisioning streets
Of gold

Holding on tight
To the breath of life
To sustain me
one more mile
Beyond this darkness
Into her light
If only
For a while...

Would you meet me beneath the smiling moon?
Would you put on your favorite tennis shoes
And walk with me?
Not into it, but through the night

Would you drift here with me side by side
Most innocently?
Just to break with me from the daily grind
Of walking along this followers line?

Could we walk in stride for once in time?
And talk about all the things in life
Which supersede the most basic need
The desire to simply run and hide?

Let the goodness of your lovely thoughts
Wash over me and float with ease
Above the trees until the moon is really smiling
And so am I with an effortless ease

If we could meet beneath the smiling moon
Just for tonight
Would you walk with me?

she says I'm ill
that I have a disease
which has no cure
that this disease I have
makes me love her
and that sickness is the cause
of my extreme love
she refuses to name this "illness"

Baby
little do you know
that love is my illness
loving you is my cure
or so I thought
but medications **** you sometimes
like you killed me
last night with everything you
muttered so sharp

Despite
how sick of me to still love you
that too the way i do
I'm sick you say
you say my love is
a cause of illness
of my mind
a mental illness

asking for your attention
(or how we said "attenshun")
was my mental illness is what you say
that my love for you was nothing
but a sickness
but how is it
that 2 years back
it was you with
IBS and anxiety where
you scratched my face
when i hugged you
yet you didn't want me to
let go
yet
you still wanted me gone

but here now
2 years later and
its me with
this sickness
or so you claim

then how is it
that you call my
love illness of my mind
when I
I gave you that same
love & more
when I didn't even know of
a mental pain

Then how could you dare
but say
that it was nothing
but
my sickness

or
*was it unbelievable to you
that this love exists
in something out of fantasies too