You pull
I push
The break is never easy, like taffy cooked too long
Shattering when stretched thin
That's how my inner monologue copes with anorexia
Eating holes straight through
But you could never stand the smell
Driftwood wet-rot thoughts boiling down
Catarizing the wound that always worries
My sluggish heart
Take a deep breath
Swollen and stolen it beats heavy in the starving cavity of my wintery chest
Longing  for summer
For the cosmic revolution that will bring it back around to the aching  center
The sun.  
You.
Life.
Wake me up when night falls
Wake me up with stars burning behind my eyes

Lust,Compassion
Equals my ****** reaction
Your body is mine
I want to be inside
Its your night ima let you shine
I want you to ride
Im prime to go
Scratching my back as we increase in this naughty act
The shakes in your legs
That my favorite *** phase
I could go on for days
But for now im unload
With my satisfaction as Ileave your love cave
Your still in a daze
That tells me that I am the man as I stand

Night greets day
with gentle kisses...

slow dancing
within her star lit ballroom

they move slowly

her body close but unattainable

ribbons of light bring them together
yet never to touch...

dreams shared

as once more
she sheds her tears

to be wished upon





by earthbound lovers

that share their pain.

I want to know what loves about,
to understand it inside out.
What makes it tick what makes it tock,
what makes it roll what makes it rock.
I've got a scalpel and a pen,
to cut then note then cut again.
In honesty I'm not that sure,
this broken heart knows love no more.
I think I've severed any hope,
of knowing how the lovers cope.

She loosened the ribbons
and let the wrapping fall
and showed to me the smile
that really said it all
the gift I gave was laughter
the gift received was love
as I gazed upon her beauty
and breathed in the scent of dove
for her soft skin she had pampered
and moisturised with care
and made of her owb body
a gift we both could share
so long had I forgotten
the pleasure one could find
from a little imagination
and a wild and wicked mind
her gift was given freely
it had only cost her time
and she winked and smiled coyly
as she lay her hand in mine
I don't ask for fortune
and I've no need of fame
when I have such a woman
whom can set my soul aflame
the days may not be rosy
but the nights are always hot
and I can say quite honestly
Im happy with my lot