My thought is like the Gold Crown
So tiny yet so dear.
But make a little smoochy sound
And It disappears.

My thought is like the desert.
So vast and so dry.
Heat and dust will make you merry.
Flooded in the mirage of truth.

My thought is like the ocean,
Reflecting the shimmering sun
Yet hiding so many slimy Secrets
Hunting me with dark dreams

My thought is like the moon
Glorious at night
Yet shy at day
In it holds power and MIght.

My thought is my blanket in the snow
My ice in the Heat
My light for the nights
And my forever playmate.

whenever i hold you close
I feel invincible.
Something like gold in the crust.
From dawn till dusk
To drink from the aura of thy musk
A soothing release from harsh reality.

Whenever I Kiss thy lips
Invincible my bones become.
Something like a diamond sheathed power.
Year in and year out
To sip from thy ***** of grace
a painless drift from the hibbie-jibbies of existence.

Whenever I stray away from you.
My defenses collapse and I die;
A choking breath from an excess breeze.
My bones become washed.
Like Samson without a strand of hair
The columns collapse on my remains.