"I'm scared"
I can't let go,
The thought of not being
together is daunting me,
But it has to be

"I'm scared"
My hands grip on tight to you
My eyes flood
And my body shakes
But still I cannot let go

"I'm scared"
He whispers back to me
"We will be fine, I love you"
The words mean more than,
They ever had

"I'm scared"
His hand loosens,
"Goodbye, I'll miss you"
Kisses my forehead,
And walks away

"I'm scared"
All I can do now,
Is watch him walk away,
Into the distance, alone
he doesn't look back

gone gone gone

In her perfect beauty
framed by a second while meeting her
her will to take her time
my need overwhelming
like a pocket watch ticking slowly
growing louder every second
her lips full of promise
breathing the same air
rhythm beats of her blood pumping
a sight beyond large or small
my mouth needs to wonder through her
she is my air

... to live is to need her



KT Mar 14, 2014

A Letter Of Love

We met at a city, hotel door,
all tangled up like never before.
Our eyes filled with passion,
our lips quivering with anticipation,
of what seems to never get old.

She stands before me, I before her,
our naked bodies pressed tightly together,
like many times before.
We touch one another,
exploring each other's mountains and valleys.
Wine we drink, music we play,
for our pleasure that day.

She falls to the bed, slips under the covers.
I follow so closely.
I enter her love nest,
and we began to soar.  
She moans, and gasps for breath,
wanting more.
I kiss her on the neck so tenderly,
we glide to the floor,
where it all starts over again,
for a three hour explore.

What we share is strictly forbidden,
as we keep it very well hidden.  
We have shared so many moments.
I love her so.
Until we meet again....

p.s. I love you more.

In my diluted youth,
I used to believe,
our world was perfect.

Spending so many nights,
dreaming with my eyes open,
imagining the impossible,
and creating a parallel universe,
in which I was his to hold..

But like everything else,
my thoughts were
ultimately flawed.

My heart had written its own story,
*a fiction.