Can you not
Spare a soft word
You look at her
With devouring eyes
Grasp her in your arms
Pull her close
Anger when another dares touch
But yet
You do not speak
Not what she needs to hear
Tell her she is beautiful
When you hold her near
Speak not only with actions at hand
You are woman, I am man
When you stake your claim
For the world to see
Lean towards her ear
Whisper you are mine my dear
Be not only a lover of the flesh
Speak that she is tantalizing
When both you mesh
It should not be hard
To utter the sound
From your gullet
Out of your mouth
Those lips produce
Ectasy abound
Create more
With words from whence for

She used to dance so high
The stars her playground
Then became tethered to the earth
The moon now comes to her
Kissing her softly each night
With stars as his tears

In possession
Of an intellect
Able to rise above
The ceiling of limitations

Emotional constructs
Binded by a need for love
Our hearts and minds
Do so push and shove

The mind's eye
So blindedly enlightened
The permanent waves
Of social, spiritual
Political devices

Still the sparks
Gleam from those
Beautiful creative eyes
Dreams turn ink
Into passion pinks
Crimson nights
And hues of unspoken blues

Through neural passageways
We share a common design
To create a world
In the intellectual
Poetic mind.