Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

Its that mystical moment in time
when serendipity and fate
conspire to create
a cross roads
between you and your ultimate desire

cross roads become one road
and you find yourself
making odes
singing loads of love songs

its that time when glances
part crowded rooms and
for that brief second
a thousand words would have dimmed in comparison

late night conversations
stolen kisses and
needing more wishes
lunch time quickies
during meeting messages
ambiguous phrases

fill the air with cupids touch

your love struck
yet you find yourself stuck
between a rock and a hard place
and you declare
that serendipity and fate
had lost their case


for your intimate space
was already occupied
by a decade worth of memories
by a wedding ring
a couple birthings
and a husband who would have died
just for you

what ifs fill your mind
yet you remind your self
you would not have wanted it any other way
so you create a secret place
memories of his face
tucked neatly away
you smile with the knowledge
you'll love him always

Fetal coil reposed
among white cotton sheets
and fluffy pillows
dead to the world
yet full of life

The peace of a baby
reassured of mother's protection
exudes from your aura
as you lay still
in these arms

ta dum, ta dum, ta dum
The steady beat of your heart
sets my soul to dancing  
as if to usher in the divine
wind of your love

With precision your chest rises and falls
as if to remind me
that as long as it does
your love remains
even beyond time

And as my movements
triggers desperate attempts
to keep me resting with you
I know you love me
beyond words



and as your eyes
dance behind closed lids
I long to invade your dreams
and see them as you do
and oddly enough I believe I do

like the excellence of Bach
your sleeping song
hits new chords
as it plays on the strings of my heart
and my love is renewed
as does the dawn

and when you arise
sleeping beauty
to the softness of my lips
and the assurance of my embrace

I know you'll be reminded
that as long as you do
my love remains
even beyond time

Tears streaming down my face
as volcanic emotions rupture the seams of this frail earthen vessel
and as molten fears roll down hardened cheeks
they remind me of broken cisterns
trying to carry the burden of
precious water to thirsty souls

Tears streaming down my face
flow from a place dark and cold
beyond the surface smiles
and feminine guiles
lay a pain waiting to explode
it’s been brewing for years
and the threads of this patched soul
can’t conceal these putrefying sores
anymore

And so they flow with the passion
of rivers on a quest to find the shore
seeking answers mystic as ancient folklores
corroding tightly concealed dungeon doors
waking painful dreams untold
Yes these tears stream down my face
and this time I’ll let them go

let them flow upon diseased waters
bringing purity and wholeness
like HIS Blood that has saturated ***** sheets
I'll let them caress this pain
rain washing this soul clean
I’ll let them remind me of where I’ve been
my tendency to sin
the hope i can only have in HIM

I’ll lay myself upon HIS brazen altar
pour these tears upon HIS throne
Allow this cistern to be remade whole
sweeping away the dust and the cold
I’ll come home
to that place of rest in YOU

hands that caress craving curves
complementing carnal desires
hands that inspire this crazy notion
that ******* her husband’s friend
is reasonable, acceptable, calculable?

Oh but to blame these hands
Would be unreasonable, unacceptable
Unjust
For these hands could be any hand
That lends this chick some attention

See there’s a void she trying to fill
A hurt she’s trying to ****
And the hands are the *****
She hopes will fulfill
This aching need

Seems like greed
when she constantly feeds her flesh
with that which doesn’t satisfy
but for her hurting soul
rationale doesn’t clarify her pain

yet she knows there’s much to gain
from breaking this cyclical game
but the road to heavenly fame
means handing over the reigns
to the Invisible force

but of course, its hard to trust
when someone’s **** was ******
inside ‘fore it was time
the clandestine crime
committed in the prime of her youth

aint that the truth
boys living out fantasies
tearing off the *******
of victims too scared to scream
trapped in this horrid dream

so her whole life its seems
gets crowded by this scene
strangled by the obscene
so trying to live clean
seems an unlikely esteem

so she has hands caressing
craving curves
trying to settle her nerves
while they have their way
what more can she say?

When from this road
So many times she’d tried to sway
Now her strength is gone
and as she lay
on forbidden sheets

she prays that someday
He'll take her home
justified and clean
with an ocean of distance between
the girl craving hands

and the woman who landed
in the only Hand
that could make her see
that she was always the queen
she so hoped to be.

there's a familiar panting in my chest
the one that tells me
my lips crave yours
that your caress is all i need
to quench this thirst
that i need your fingers on these curves
that u need to remind me
of how divine my aroma is to you

yea there that familiar feeling
where hotflashes have me reeling
for more of you
images of skin meeting skin
soul caressing soul
and rivers of passion flow
as you throw me in cotton sheets

Yup i'm at my desk and your miles away
yet my mind strays to that place
where your voice calls my name
and where my aim is focused
on needing your hands,
craving your lips
you tasting these hips

aahhh **** this feeling
as cell phone ringing
brings me to the reality that
your not really here
that work is calling
and i'm falling behind
but i'll taste you later my dear.