A Parisian storm
Romantic aromas, wine
Cool rain, intoxicating
An interesting place, paradise
It can be anywhere
You are

In the hotel room
You feel more at home

You sleep better without

Without anything
Without everything

Without real life

Depriving yourself
As martyrs often do

"Dance with me"
She said
"Take more of me"
Morals and manners
Tossed aside
He earnestly did
As she craved
Intense moments shared
Then some how
It happened
With no conscience
Deliberative deceit
It seemed sudden
He had seemed infallible
She knew he wasn't
He never knew
And their world
Shattered

You scored the leading role
A liar in London! the title appeared
Perhaps you studied for this part
Perhaps it was an accident
Perhaps it was the past ignited
Liars never reveal their sources
Out loud
Their sources reveal them
In silence
Rotting their souls

You will want to come back one day
Like the crashing of a waterfall
Hard yet soft at the same time
With variations in light
Swirling, reflecting off the water

You will want to come back one day
Like a butterfly on a journey
Flying high, steadfast
Silhouetted by sunlight at dusk
Elegantly shinning

You will want to come back one day
Like a trees search for light
Extending it's branches directionally
Frantic to find the missing sun

You came back one day
Patina beautiful, aged gracefully
Like the floors in our home
Beautifully antiqued like our lives

The wee little troll
He licked my arm
I really don't think
He meant any harm
****** and disgusting
In his piggish ways
He moves very slowly
And begins to play
In his pointy shoes
He runs and frolics
Falls on his face
Wrinkles his nose
Decides to sit down
And begin to show
How he can behave
To receive his treat
Which is a nice rub
To his wee, little, feet

Today I reach to the moon for its beams to wash upon my spirit, to cleanse my mind and soul.