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Michael Acosta May 2010
I close my eyes, I'm thinking
wondering and waiting
desiring to be desired
tired of it being one sided
Feeling foolish for speaking
thinking, wishing and dreaming
***, lust, love, desire, passion
is it too much to ask for
On my knees showing devotion
tasting you teasing you
using my tongue, lips and fingers
knowing finally that I am desired
for who I am rather than in spite of
being accepted for all that makes me
giving the same in return
answering for what you yearn
filling your needs as you fill mine
join me in my foolish dream
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
Darkness and heat
our bodies meet
lips blindly seeking
hands do our seeing
soft planes and angles
muted gasps and laughter
our lips meet, brushing
mouths hungry seeking
sustenance for the soul
tongues dance together
pressing against teeth
lips, tongue, passionate
in the darkness we are one
no color no form two parts
seeking to be joined
our bodies find unity
two souls connected primal
passion and heat, living fire
harsh joyous music of moans
grunts groans the symphony
of our release sounds
we collapse in the darkness
two forms made one
darkness and heat
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
I'm stupid and selfish
I'm crude and crass
I'm dreaming and hopeful
Please pass on by
don't waste your time
What you see is illusion
I'm good with a lie
Writing stories poems
all trash, please pass on by
I'll waste your time
your effort your care
I'm not even real
I'm only half way there
Illusion, delusion, confusion
I'll bring you despair
Words of kindness
or even words of hope
Tainted and ruined
Twisted and sour
Continue on past me
It's all for the best
I'd beg your forgiveness
I'm merely a pest.
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
Waking up can be painful
after sleeping for too long
of hiding the awareness
of who you really are

Waking up can be painful
when you've lived asleep
lied about who you are
to yourself and to the world

Pain can wake you to the
realization of whats true
after living in numbness
and confusion of what to do

Pain can wake the truth
deep inside yourself
the knowledge of what matters most
and how people often deny
the things that make them soar

Wake now weary sleeper
Open up your eyes
the ones that see inside yourself
that see through all the lies
Come out now and play be free

Wake up now weary sleeper
there is much for you to do
once you see hidden wonders
found deep inside of you
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
I miss you like the bear
misses the spring wind
lonely and cold in winter
sleeping deep in a cave
dreaming of warm sun
the smell of wet earth
the spring wind carries
new growth and life
flowers and berries
in his slumber he dreams
a phantom spring breeze
teases him to wake
makes restless his slumber
outside of his cave
snow shrouds the earth
the ground cold and frozen
the winter winds biting
his stomach rumbles hunger
his heart aches for the spring
missing the sunlight and wind
wistfully dreaming of winters end
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
Outside its raining
the music plays on
outside its dreary
the rain slowly falls
watching the clock
it's ticking and tocking
the time draws near
when we will be talking
in the pit of my stomach
I feel a ball of dread
for you I am waiting
should you not appear
I will sit and wait and wonder
and where has it gone
the lightning and the thunder
outside its raining
the music plays on
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
Michael Acosta May 2010
the winter moon hangs in the sky
in fierce defiance of the sunlight
does it forget the star filled skies
inky darkness where it shows true
it's ghostly pallor winters wasting
gathering strength for spring perhaps
bravely shining against the sunlight
so lovely ghost moon flies at noon

the winter moon hangs in the sky
does it seek to reach the sunlight
an endless cycle in the heavens
yearly trying to woo the sun
does it remember it's past failures
it's ghostly pallor faintly shimmering
ever chasing the distant sunlight
so lovely ghost moon flies at noon

the winter moon hangs in the sky
pearlescent luster faintly shining
gaze in wonder winter wanderers
its lacy loveliness glows for you
asking nothing high above us
her bitter tears in snow do fall
like a maiden waiting wanting
to hear her loves faithful call
so lovely ghost moon flies at noon
©2009-2010 Michael Acosta
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