Madness rules the pen,
   freedom of speech
         not even a concept
what the muse says goes,
  just give in to the inky blows,
     dip that quill in ****** tears
  color it with apricot custard dawning's
    ravage erotica's blissful yearnings
       crack a rib on that funny bone
if you fight the urges,
   you'll end up on the chopping block
         writer's imagination arrested
don't ******* the muse,
         'tis a woefully dreaded plight indeed...

...perhaps, it was a pause
     yet, it felt as though an eternity
   an explosive quiver in the moment
       sending shivers up my spine
the intensity of our
   moonlit raptur'd intentions
quiet sentiments
         adorning me in silken scarves
we danc'd upon each other's soul
   a slow and steady waltzing of the heart
our spaces filled
       of sparkling champagne kisses
            & burgundy night's ardor'd desires
impulses of two connected
      whimsy'd forbidden forces
  spirited play of lovers vaulted us
            to another essence of time
those were the days of seductive
               surrender'd secret interludes
   mirror'd in unearthing of abandon'd
                      affection's sentiments
  we breathe in our darkly promis'd persuasion
                     til the judgement day call'd

What  saves a poet's sanity
soup and salad of the mind
comforted with scattered warmth
& lines drawn in the sand

are there ever any perfect words
I draw blood from my pen
overflowing vessels of circumspect denial
pondering an accepting benevolent heart

discriminating souls wave a vigilant flag,
poetry a force of conjecture and calculated risk
speaks who and what we are without completion

I lie naked on these shores of cadenc'd bliss
a'waiting a fate worse than creativity's abolition
confirmation comes served in slices of firmament's breath~

exhaling again to capture the essence of vaulted contention

...i wish my pen could capture last night's fancy,
flight of divergent apparitions took my breath away
hallucinations of a dream so real it made me weep
for i saw your face high above the clouds
you appeared as an angel with chimerical wings,  
in their flutter released thousands of butterflies
each one carried a smile of incandescent light
promised posies of an altered moment & space
where poetry becomes reality traced on lofty clouds
amidst trances of tranquility & enchanted frivolity
so here i await on ink's flow with a fool's faith
of glinting endings and freshly burnish'd beginnings...

...i wish my pen could capture last night's fancy,
flight of divergent apparitions took my breath away
hallucinations of a dream so real it made me weep
for i saw your face high above the clouds
you appeared as an angel with chimerical wings,  
in their flutter released thousands of butterflies
each one carried a smile of incandescent light
promised posies of an altered moment & space
where poetry becomes reality traced on lofty clouds
amidst trances of tranquility & enchanted frivolity
so here i await on ink's flow with a fool's faith
of glinting endings and freshly burnish'd beginnings...

i yearn for you
     'tween raindrops
silkiness
    of early morn's dew,
spirit
    of twilight's mist
dark cherry wine's
    intoxication
& comforts
    of a different rhyme
those spaces
   that enchant musings
toxic perfum'd lacings
     air filled of metaphorical
blush'd smoke
    gasping for surrender
'tween honey'd breaths
         wafting in my mind
  of nectar'd
       burgundy enchantments

She's like butterflies in the snow
ethereal beauty hidden in flurries
she peeks out at the view
always too meek to flutter
in her soul she's a wanton woman
alas, someone took her purity
a blizzard that never passed
she keeps safely under wraps
hoping one day...just hoping