Press your lips
Against
My stained glass heart,
Leave an imprint
That I can see
When the sun shines in,
Look in
On all the shrines
The empty pews
Where I
No longer worship
The false deities,
Unlike you
Whom I pray for
In earnest
What sins
I wouldn't commit
But for your devotion,
Shatter my soul
And let all the pieces
Of me
Reflect you...

APAD16 014 © okpoet

Take pieces of me
With you
To go,
But don't leave me
In the fridge
Forgotten
Left there
To rotten,
I'm oh so fresh
From the crisper
And deserve to be
On your lips,
Who cares
If I'll be
An eternity
On your hips,
I'm a treat
Not a threat,
Take as much
As you want,
As you need
But take heed
When I whisper,
Give in and live a little...

APAD16 013 © okpoet

Now I feel
A different kind
Of hunger,
How I yearn
How I dream
A want
A need,
Deeper than I can sink
Larger than I can grasp
A fervor that is effervescent
For her,
Does it mean anything
Doesn't mean a thing,
No harder decision
To hunt
Or abandon,
Give in to instinct
Or fight intuition
This sentiment
In the core of me
Consumes me,
As I would
If I could
Devour her...

APAD16 012 © okpoet

She can't
Makeup her mind
Like she does
Her face,
Blush and rouge
She knows
But the real choices
Elude her,
No foundation
Can hide
What's behind
Her eyes,
The incoherence
Jumbled up
An attic
Forgotten,
She trips
But none can see
As she walks
Defiantly graceful,
Where she'll go
Not a syllable
From her lips
Will divulge,
But her hips
Will surely sway you there...

APAD16 - 011 © okpoet

She looks good
In my peripherals
For reals,
She likes to wear Prada
But she can rock nada,
That's her best designer
None finer
So imagine when
I look at her
Head on
It's like an oncoming semi
I'm crushed
A little weak in the knees
Her beauty
An onslaught
A myriad
Of unbelievable,
It can't just be me
I see the ocean of eyes
Locked on her,
Fortunate am I
If she only sees me
I'm but a peasant
To her my queen...

APAD16 - 010 © okpoet

I like to pretend
That I'm in control
Of all the strings and strands
Sometimes clips and rubber bands,
How they pull
And where they lead,
Where can I cut
Where do I add a knot,
100 miles per hour says the speedometer
And I'm pushing
Thinking that I will
Steer clear
Of a sudden wall
Or will I ram?
Which is easier
If I'm clearly
Not the pilot
Of my life,
What is this
A false sense of?
Do I lie
To make myself believe,
Or do find truth
In the mirage?

APAD16 - 009 © okpoet

I'm not going
To sit here and lie
That like apple pie
Gone from a window sill
I missed you,
Like all those socks
The minutes that escape
From all the clocks
How I feared
You wouldn't return,
What time could ****
Without our knowing
What we couldn't do
What we couldn't shape,
What I wouldn't endure
For a tenure
Next to you,
Night comes
But once a day
But you,
You are
My blue moon...

APAD16 - 008 © okpoet