You are like Spring rain
Soaking through my skin
Pervading my thoughts
Infusing my mind
With the sweet, damp smell of
Sodden earth
And
         S e x
My body drenched
Submerged in ardent craving
Nectar

             D
                 r
               i
                  p
                     p
                   i
               n
                    g

From open petals
Succulently
Drowning in the downpour
Flooding every cell
With the wantonness
Of budding life
Growing in fervour
In your thunderstorm
The desert of my being
Succumbs to this mirage
And a need
For
       Your
                 R a i n .......

(C) Pixievic

I thought you were beautiful

Not shallow beauty,
Skin deep
The kind of beautiful like the sun
Shining on a tree leaf
Showing its veins

Beautiful like,
The sound of a creek
After a good storm

Like the feel of a summer breeze
On the back of my neck

I held you in awe

You were the mist,
Rising off the lake on a cool morning
The view from the top of my mountain,
In the fall when the leaves are colored

You were the violin music
Playing softly while I danced
The colors oil makes on the street
Just after it rains and the light hits it

I was nothing
A ghost,
In the darkest corridors of your haunted house
The typo on an old type writer,
Needing white out

I thought you were beautiful

She got the looks of an angel hidden under demon dust burned onto her by years of trials by fire.....
She stands tall left behind by loved ones under weight to great for her frail beauty to support.....
Yet she smiles at me with a glow unknown to her jury who sentanced her to a life of disappointment....
Her armour falls away under the touch of my hands every night leaving an impression of heaven......
May the tears i cry shouting at a place she cant believe be  enough for salvation of her tortured soul....
Because my decision on which place to worship .... Will come out of my prayers to make her feel whole....

Am I sick?
Am I a shipwreck?
My soul is taken
My heart is broken
My love is stolen
My voice is frozen
I don't wanna give
I just wanna take
I just wanna live.

Sometimes
my mind
clouded with doubt
owns me
broken by reality
like drone
these e-motions control me
this roller coaster ride, called life
got me feeling butterflies inside
instead of face the light outside
I rather curl up and hide
but thanks to my pride
i just let things slide
off my shoulder like a glacier