There's something sweet in tangled sheets
Lips on lips, skin on skin
I pull you close...
but not to sin

You talk in your sleep
Silly words slip from your lips
I explore your soft and silky skin
With my calloused fingertips

You snooze your dream breaking alarm
I hold you tightly in my arms
Our morning kiss tastes both of bliss...
and a goodbye, fast approaching

Stall the sun...
Make daylight wait...
Just one more hour in this bed
With only you inside my head

I've come to know, that nights are cold
Unless i'm tangled in your sheets
I've heard it said, that love is red
But crimson's what I need.

I am a man of artistry and imagination.  This may seem like a beautiful thing, but it/s actually quite dangerous.  I have formed an idea of you in my head.  A shade made out of smoke and mirrors.  Such things may be blown away by a wisp of wind or a single whispered word.  There-in lies, one of my few worldly woes.  Everyone I love may be a figment of my imagination.  My own private work of fiction....

Change is the only constant.
        You will never be the same again.
                                                              The End.

Given the choice between your thoughts and voice
Which would you rather have taken?
A man with no voice is deprived of his noise,
While most thoughtless men get forsaken.

Genius thoughts to save the nations,
Tragically lost without communication.
Quietly live, then quietly die,
Not a single truth spoken, nor the whitest of lies.

A thoughtless life, deprived of strife,
For ignorance is bliss they say,
But after all is said and done,
An empty mind will haunt your dying day.

Both these options seem to me,
Great and terrible travesties.
For I must speak the thoughts I think,
To catch you with their gravity.

So next time your mind is a'clutter,
Your thoughts spinning around and around,
If you find valuable words getting wasted,
Or silly sentences falling from your mouth.

Ponder these perilous possibilities,
Be thankful for both words and wisdom,
Your ideas deserve to feel freedoms,
Don't lock them up in your mind like a prison.

Our minds are full of flammable thoughts,
filled with fodder for a wildfire.
Building up and breaking down a pile of plans and plots,
Day and night, night and day, We constantly conspire.

Combustible questions...
Volatile views...
I'm hoping your complacency,
will someday all be burned from you

The blaze that's made could burn the world.
It turns old thoughts to dust and ash.  
A furious inferno,
destroying all that's in its' path.

But fire doesn't always ****,
sometimes it's just a soft delight.
A tool to make delicious food,
A glow to brighten up the night.

We keep a dangerous company,
for when a conversation sparks,
maybe it will burn the world,
or perhaps it merely lights the dark

There's something sinister setting in
and I think that it's a smile.
Thinking thoughts to break my heart
and laughing all the while.

You don't know the half,
of what you think you know.
You've only been informed
by that which I've resolved to show.

I'll tell you with great confidence,
the stars will brightly shine tonight.
If you'll risk it all with me,
we'll have a "yours and mine" delight.

Let's synchronize our watches.
Only time can tell...
It's time for us to make a choice,
to make or break a living hell.

Free me from her subtlety,
let her break me blatantly.

No soft push or gentle pull,
no pokes, no prods,
no light remarks with eyes gone dull.

Free me from her subtlety,
cut deep enough for me to bleed.
For the joy I felt initially,
Must not outweigh the pain she brings

In this hectic life we lead,
balance seems to be the key.
Save me from her,
take her from me.

Crush me quick,
**** me kindly,
I am not tame,
don't lead me blindly

Man is just an animal,
I am just man,
men like me, we must be free
or else become a collared, caged, sad casualty...