You are my addiction
The only drug I need

I don't want to be sober
I'd rather be your fiend.

Disoriented screams
Through clenched teeth

Bound
  Unafraid
    
You are the key

Unlock my secrets
  Awaken me
    
Expose my lustful reverie

Each dimple
  Every curve
    
Touch as you please

Cover my nakedness
  And invade me

The taste of your skin
  
Salty
    So sweet

Euphoric pleasure

Bliss
    Ecstasy

I crave every inch
The only drug I seek

I give you my soul

Please intoxicate me

I don't want to be sober
I'd rather be your fiend

As she lay in her vulnerability
She remains open to the universe

As she surrender her nakedness
She radiates to the warmth

As she engulfs in the wild
She roams, serving curiosity

As she break in the swinging tides
She soaks in abundance

As she belches the aura of the past
She sums up brilliance

As she looks up to the waning moon
She strokes her mood in tunes

She is a woman, a beauty to be felt
As she smiles out to the shores

She is the womb, an unfurling fertility
As she carries others burdens

She is the ultimate female energy
As she balances the male synergy

She is to be nurtured and loved
As she bears the fruits of earth

She is stunning with her sparkles
As without her we won’t exist

She is a lover, a mother, a sister
As we hold her womanly nature

Note: Inspired by a painting I did of a naked woman lying in repose but -looking out to the shores. What is she? What might she be thinking? *Dedicated to all the women.... the feminine energy.

I felt the sun dip down
As the moon arose
And every pale streak
Of orange purple and pink hues
Clashed through my skin
And danced in my sins

Walk on water
Breathe in air
When will everyone
Start to care?

The bad decisions
The silly rhymes
Im not ok
Although I've said it a million times.

I just want
For you to notice
To take my hand
And fix my brokenness

But I'll just sit here
Alone and unaware
Since no one here
Seems to care

She drank her coffee too
sweet
and drew herself
to the smell of new
pencil shavings,
like a pupil dilates in light,
telling itself to expand,
to drink up
more
and
more.

She fumbled
on old strands of her
self rising like mug steam
from poetry
she wrote only three months ago.
Wide-eyed,
reading "when
one leaves,
the past is a fetish"
in rounded, running letters
bubbling up over each other -
a gravy she found
herself constantly stirring.

And sunsets,
dashed with pink syrup,
are a passion
('passion' being her
'word' - a skin-colored tattoo,
a branded prayer, an incanted torch)
Sunsets.
Sour golden orange laced
with strawberry wine.
Bittersweet.
Passionate.

Her.

You said it's going to be awhile, but you know something will happen,
You stupid little boy.
I don't want a relationship, not because I want to wait for you,
But, it's because I prefer my whiskey and kids' toys.

You obviously know your relationship won't last, though.
That's pretty sad, knowing you'll come back to me.
You're pretty pitiful,
But, I don't give you up because you're like a true lover and family.

It's going to be awhile, is that what you said?
That must mean your love for her is already dead,
If you're dating her, knowing you two will come to an unfortunate end.
But, I don't care because I have my whiskey and toys,

You know that it isn't going to last,
And you say it like you'll be coming back to me. That's pretty stupid,
Practically infidelity,
But, in a more heart wrenching package for that pitiful unloved soul, that you call your girlfriend.

But, you see, I won't be waiting for you,
Because I'm married to my whiskey.

Words do no justice.
They could never convey
The certain way I feel
Every time I hear your name.

Shakespeare used poetry
When attempting to explain
But words fall short
When describing both
The bliss and pain

"Love" seems inadequate
It fails its own name
There aren't many other words
But I have found many ways

And so I won't say "I love you"
For it seems so weak...

Too mundane

Instead I'll show you
How I love you
Each and every day.