I reminisce and bring you life
you come alive
and bring me death!

I came over to apologize,
for the words of a drunk are unwise
but I saw your gaze
and knew it was too late

my clothes were torn,
ripped and hanging on the gate
I broke down automatically
and bawl my eyes out hysterically

as I knew this time you meant
the shouts that cried 'this love is spent!'
then, by early light
you're at the memories I can't defend

ever since, I can't fill the hollow
in my chest that followed
so please, take me to the gallows
in the shallow waters of love

where a rope hangs inches on top my head
ready to swallow me whole
down to my neck and drown
in the stir of bleeding throes

what goes?! all my pride!
6 feet underground
on a ride to hide
but hey, I'm still a macho man!

as I never said 'I'm sorry'
or bothered to find
the means to keep her love
in my open chest wound

hooray for me
stupid
idiotic
macho man!

I morph the blue flames dancing
on every inch of soft skin
and the only flow that mend the burns
from all pores - like ice!

employ my rhythmic tongue to heal you
work my soft, warm index
and caress the throbbing
my back for tense nails to sink into

the castle, the walls and the sword
you command, the servant and kingdom
the air in my lungs, the high tides
of Luna razored - I breathe for you

let the hues of my thick brush color life
and with glee paint the contours
leading to your tight turns
up to where your towering legs meet

I miss the orange dawn roses that bloom
and carry the scent of your sweet perfume
like a child that sends his love with a smile
I’m beguiled when I recall their wild pile

ochre arrays spray about Corner’s Bay
but just in headplay as they’ve died away
because you took all the beauties that bloom
but left the gloom I see bringing my doom

yet, I have a wish when I reminisce
for the bliss we shared that I can’t dismiss
my smile never wider than in the hours
we spent with the red roses and flowers

the silk petals soft to touch as your skin
and thy sweet kiss akin the finest gin

what you hide
if as important
as what you reveal

dear beloved
the seasons come and go
but you remain

you have cast
a dark existence upon me
for what you took, that was for keeps

white mountain tops
have turned rivers
brown leaves have disrobed maple trees  

newborn fawn have opened eyes
and fresh green carpet
has covered the forest floors

three times I've seen
the flock's migrations
since you cast the spell 

for that long ago
you took it all away
and it was for keeps

the seasons come and go
but you remain

the stars that shine
do so because of the darkness
that surrounds them

I can make you shine...

having a crush
feels like the word itself

lonely I have been for so long, so long
with a life full of wrongs,  I'm now alone
see, once I was loved by the man above
but now I only hear a mourning dove

could you please look in your purse?
you see, I gave you all my love
and left none for me

I'm sure I gave you plenty
and I so desperately need some now
please, could you return
a bit of that love I filled you with?

because I still have none for me
as you throw it all away to an abyss
could you please look in your purse?
I'm sure my love is spilling from it!

she was the type of woman
that would float him
to conversations with angels
in one delicious word

and he, well...he was the type of man
that would sensually massage
her strawberry lips
with his thumb and index
to an absolute silence

so that he would not elevate
with her candy filled words
above her pedestal of worship

she is the exception
when my only rule in life
is not

last turn of our moon
celestial body looms
I will be home soon

sweetest poet,
climb forth from the deep trench
in my heart's wound
and quench my thirst for love

doctor of sensual phrases,
compose the melody, cure this malady
with verses that expose the affinity
that is inherit between her and I

satisfy the insatiable desires
of lustful humans yearning
for each other's skin

word smith,
chisel the spell to summon an orangy sunset
for the light will soon expire
as we conspire to set our bed on fire
for here, no consequence is dire
 
master lyricist, 
orchestrate wisdom in phrases
of sensual whispers that ripens
her delicious fruit until it drips
her brand of honey

and last
to the dear poet within,
"the muse awaits, so let's go
set the night on fire!"

eyes like wishing wells
whenever she looks my way
i drop a coin

dawn breaking the black sky
I opened my heavy weepers
expecting her under blue satin sheets
all smiles or laying still, sleeping
my keeper keeping

the orange ball peeks out the barren hill tops
and in the walls of my sweaty, red skull I drove deeper
there, I searched the darkness for my keeper
in lue of her emerald greens
I see reaping the reaper

the yellow tentacles of the morning star now slash
so, I threw my stare wide onto the bedroom
sweeping for her, the female that keeps
for many a times, she'd play hide and seek
but no game, I felt death wound me inside

mercury rising reaches its peak with the summer star
from gentle kisses 'til noon to zoomed the reaper
the reaping it was in the huge cavity of my room
where the crossbones and skull spelled out d.o.o.m.
no longer my keeper, but the finest of reapers