At night, when the sea cradles me
And the pale star gleam
Lies down on its broad waves,
Then I free myself wholly
From all activity and all the love
And stand silent and breathe purely,
Alone, alone cradled by the sea
That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights.
Then I have to think of my friends
And my gaze sinks into their gazes
And I ask each one, silent, alone:
"Are you still mine"
Is my sorrow a sorrow to you, my death a death?
Do you feel from my love, my grief,
Just a breath, just an echo?"
And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent,
And smiles: no.
And no greeting and now answer comes from anywhere.

Craving,

the feel,

of fingertips,

or a beautiful set,

of lips,

along my hips,

inner thighs.

Wishing you,

would drive me,

wild.

Clutching,

fist fulls of sheets,

while you,

tease me.

Delicate line,

between love,

and hate.

Your tongue,

sends the lonliness,

away.

I could be here for you,
and would you be there for me,
The words you speak, I do,
and it took this long for you to see,
The time I spent unspent,
has no regrets on my own part,
You never ever said what you meant,
and I always spoke from the heart,
So now we may become far,
and you think that you might miss me,
Well, I will never forget who you are,
or the person you want to be.

SDPope

You know, you’re not what God had in mind
When trying to cure Adam’s loneliness.
In fact, you were a plan or two behind
You were brewed with quite a bit less finesse.

See, the first type of woman would have cost
Our poor Adam a leg, eye, and half his head.
That’s when Adam quivered and asked the Boss
What would you give me for a rib instead?

And thus we got you, in the form of Eve.
Adam’s new companion in the garden;
And modern woman’s mother, I believe.
But with the first, would my heart still harden?

burning time as if it were a drug you destroy me

Light is more important than the lantern,
The poem more important than the notebook,
And the kiss more important than the lips.
My letters to you
Are greater and more important than both of us.
The are the only documents
Where people will discover
Your beauty
And my madness.