She was nature, beautiful
But deadly, her cheeks as
Scornful as a rose, the smile hid
The thorns underneath.

Her presence though unseen,
Could be felt, like the sun's warm
Breath on bare winter skin.

She led him somewhere secret
As the night lures the stars,
As clouds gorge on the
Fragile light of the moon.

Over the crumbled bodies
Of leaves, into the alien
Land of tranquility.

When he woke, hands burning,
There was nothing left to see.
Only a faint feeling glistening
In the air, a failing heart and
A tongue full of dreams.

Take me where words can't,
Meet me there with your hand held out,
You should know,
When I take it,
I'll never let go,
I'm not who came before,
I won't wear a mask,
I'll show you everything that dwells inside my soul,
And I ache to read the pages of yours,
Take me there, where words can't,
Let's turn these lines into reality.

Is it love or is it lies?
Perhaps both, or neither,
Inflamed by need,
Quenched by self,
Swollen with desire.
Imagination fans the fire
Until the floorboards creak outside my door
- Then I brink for her no more.

Here I am again, just this paper and a pen.
So many thoughts to write out but everything goes blank once again..... Writers block, is every poets friend, ask them...

The End.

Careful she was not to be burnt
for she had seen a fire amidst coldness
Nay, can I avoid it
she approached intense
how many more hugs for warm
no sign of a smile crossed her face.
she loved well, her tender heart
knelt in joy
seen by many and settled For one
how will it be over time
Taught to eat grass over the beauty intense
should I wear feathers for fashion
uniquely transverse afar
my little munching of trickles
she is way class of Lillie's
a mash up of fortune
she bears it all
the bright cling to the hope of muscle gentle immunity

You feel a champion of your own ignorance
And gladly boast about it
You've managed to climb and trespass other's rights
Neglecting how they feel
Creating your own scenes and contradicting in the movie.
How happy can you keep having many people you hurt
That much to feel ontop of the world when you don't even know your true self
So forgetful given your age, you dig to hide in a burrow
The road is wide
expand to a size worth your control
Too much excitement kills visions

I'd like to run my fingers over your words,
I read them with hungry eyes,
And a fatal longing,
To know more about your mind,
Touch me,
and feel,
What you do to me,
Feel me,
and know what I'd do to you,
My hands are willing,
So write me,
When your body,
Is ready to be heard.

I came to write of a woman I thought I loved once,
But since reading your words,
and seeing the light leak from your mouth,
Everything I see,
Spells your name