Is it the purpose of your love
To make me feel more,
Or less?

Sometimes the lines blur
And I can't tell the difference,
Not that it matters.

I'm okay being on my own
Emotionally and physically,
But am I?

Why is it that I can't stop thinking about you
When you're not with me,
Except when I sleep?

Striding through life
Yet tainted by sin
I collect the broken and give hope again.

Give me your heartbreak
Your personal cross
My shoulders are broad, yet surprisingly soft.

I'll give you me
A healer by nature
You're not a slave for life to indenture.

Past filled with strife
I painted my skin
Now let down your guard so I can get in.

A break in time
Induces perspective
The necessary focal agent.

You toe the line
Taking no directive
Your state of mind is clearly nascent.

Hair clenched in a tightly closed fist
Your neck exposed to my eager lips
Face pressed into freshly washed sheets
I can feel your pulse beneath my teeth

Hand throbbing from the smack I delivered
Bare skin set instantly aquiver
I push deeper to feel your fire
You taste of *** and liquid desire

In the dark of this room,
As time idles by,
Images of your face come unbidden
To the backs of my eyelids.

Restless,
I mentally pace the ceiling,
Counting each little popcorn dot,
There are 22,167 dots, by the way.

And still your face,
The lips I've kissed a thousand times,
The trusting, guileless eyes,
And I'm floored.

You always get me with the eyes.
They reach inside me
And seek out the deepest place
To take hold.

As sleep finally catches up
To the lightning in my mind,
I drift off to peace
Until morning.

You are a half remembered dream,
Déjà vu on a movie screen,
Your smell evoking memories
Of places I have never seen.