The slates of this mind,
Where fantasies streamed,
For you,
After the first time

Your gracious gaze
A charming smile,
A lazy walk,
But an elegant body

A woman within,
With a thrilling voice,
That tethered my heart,
In your chamber of lovers

How could I not have seen?
That, it was just a game,
A long list you kept
Within the pages of a red dairy

Where horrors howled from a past,
And anxiety transformed into hate,
To wield the sceptre of power,
As you drag souls into a hysteria

Gutting their souls,
Draining their hearts,
And washing your feet,
With a cloth soaked in their blood

To be, gratified,
Chatting with your demons
As they crown you queen
And later,

Drown you,
In a pool of nightmares
To mark you one of them,
In the hell you partially designed

But,
am not one of you
Immune to your spells
After seeing how empty your heart is,
And in search for an understanding

Of why, the world so cruel?
Seeking the house of empathy
To find one of a kind
To ease your pains

And sorry, it ain't I
For me too,  
Chat with my demons,
And send them,

To seek sorry souls,
Like yours,
And devour their essence
As I watch with a smile,
Their spirits, wither

And finally,
erasing my slates
For the rules were the same,
It was, just a game

I know of your flesh
Understand the smooth ways around your river
Meandering through your twin hills,
Into the valley of bliss

A peaking scream,
And a runner's breath,
To catch but a few,
Words between a sigh

Before, rolling again,
Into the chamber of literature
Where plays meet action
And romance colours the sport

Across a finish line
Where silence cheers on,
As the sky curves in,
To leave, but two beings,
Within, the petals of red roses

Give a man a pencil,
And he will draw from his mind,
Give a woman a pen,
And she will write from her heart

For the essence of a manhood lies within,
The height of the roof above his head
As the delight of his other rib,
From the warmth of the sun in a  snowfall

A balance of life
Once left and right,
Now right and left
Or simply, enjoying the centre

Who says he can't love the world?
And who dictates she can't rule the universe?
For a father grooms his little princess
And a mother sits on a King's counsel

How did this happen?
Defying the judgement of the old
A foundation of social rationality,
But now a house of idealism

Yes, the pursuit of something,
Something that is perfect,
To being complete of a kind,
To feel whole in a life lived

And that,
a freedom in happiness
To know the past,
And shine it's edges,
So as to glow, in the future

Doesn't she see the beauty of her youth in your curves?
The ripening ***** and bulging hips
Stretching out the folds of your silk wrappings
And a cotton weaving over your shoulders

A smooth skin, tender
Long hair, gold,
With a sunset smile,
And a gracious gaze

Of an angel,
By the fountain,
Trapped within your own reflection,
And wishing, you stay,  
Forever, young

How empty this feels?!
Stained,wallpapers, peeling,
Falling with sounds of fading memories

To let go of the good, but exceptional,
A past,
One step into her shadow

An old flame to be rekindled,
Denying fortunes of the future
The new yellow on a ****** candle

Scented, the breath of a rebirth,
A reincarnation, in spirit, for the heart,
To love, and  to be healed

An essence to be cherished
But lost in the smoke,
When the wind blows,
To steal the flame

Make me melt at the honesty of your heart
A sincere passion that is mutual
Echoing within the walls of our hearts
Pounding together in a wrestle of love,
Ecstasy, bonding our DNA,
When we lay in a bed of roses

My soul weary inside her rugs of flesh
Wrapping my decaying bones,
Dry of their marrow, drained,
With a fading taste,
Blurry eyes, a faint scent,
Silent to the surrounding,

The forgotten tune of a true sparrow
Where wishes linger in memories
Of how it used to be,
But hungry for the apple of youth,
Watching a love that drifted away
And the moving arms of a wall clock,
Before I rest in an eternal sleep