There is a castle
on my mind,
thoughts
are unexplained,
mysteries
deep within;

but whenever
I write,
leads confusion
to imprint;
a poet's pen
evokes concealed
feelings.

I saw her through the pane,
her pretty smile,
her captivating-eyes,
reflected
off the mirror,
as she tried to hide
in the corner.
But animal magnetism
is hard to stop,
it passes through walls
when one feels it.
And all the willpower in the world
could not stop our mix,
it played tricks on our minds.
Still, I'm wondering
why she moved
a million miles away.
Could she not,
could she not trust herself,
this evil game we played...
it killed me.

I want to learn how to play it,
not just strap it on my back
like those counterfeit troubadors
playing it out on the fields of grass
with beautiful sweet ladies & no rhythm.
No.
I want to learn how to play it
with the desire of a rock star,
with the kindred spirits of the strings,
with the purists of the picks,
strumming with my finger-love.

I watched her
disembark
from
her Chevy truck
with the "Go Army" sticker.
She carefully strapped
on her metal legs
and walked to the bench
fifty feet away,
to sit
& skip stones.
It seemed like a struggle for her,
but she was persistent,
quite successful.
Seeing her like that
made me think
about
how much
I take for granted.
Like getting up
in the middle of the night
just to urinate.
She's gone now,
but I sure do hope
she comes back,
I can't wait to meet her,
feel her spirit.

It's the exhilaration
I feel
cruising at mach one
down her slippery *****.
Her eyes beckon me
with visions of
being lost at sea,
a wavy motion
down on her knees.
Breathtaking.
I feel the entire universe
explode.
Traces of me
like mime-paint
makes me speechless,
overcome with raw emotion.
It's not a laughing matter,
this thing she craves,
we call it love.
And she's an expert
at it...
licking her lips.