We know that it's one way,
the direction to go,
but so many yearnings
that tell me
take the turnings and
see where they lead.

Off piste?
at least is different
and yet
not unexpected if
there are no
expectations.

one way to go
many roads to take
decisions and
directions,

my countenance,
at times indecipherable
sometimes
quite miserable
always hopeful
which is helpful.


Through these canyons
and craters
of life's little
theatres
there are the curtain calls
and
each falls into its own
as
all roads it is said
lead to Rome.

The next mile post
is the most
I can hope for,
thankfully
my eyes grow
quite dim
hopefully
it's not a permanent
condition
only
another direction
that makes one
more decision
easier.

When I looked into your eyes I was put into a trance my soul and yours were completely one
As you smiled it felt like my lips were lifted by  magnets and no matter how hard I forced myself to not show you the white of my teeth and pink of my gums I couldn't help it because
The moment I glanced at you the world became out of focus  but you my love were in high definition
I can't explain why you made my body tremble and heart race but I didn't care because I had already fallen under your spell

We're sand, you know
Slipping through splayed fingers
Our hearts,
Are but ash filled bubbles
Carried upon the lilac,
rough winds of May
Blown by peach faced children
Sensitive to the human touch
Grasped too hard,
And a poets heart
Will burst
Should we fall,
As we so often do
We can't be caught
Promiscuous in our words
Faithful, in our dreams
We,
Ash filled bubbles
Eternally in May and lilac~A

.
How I wish I could lay my head
down gently on your thighs,
to make you moan and sigh aloud
and slowly close your eyes.

How I wish I could use my tongue
and give you more than rhyme,
to bring a flush up to your cheek,
of feelings beyond space and time.

How I wish that I could speak
in words of feathered certainty
and so entice your curious mind
to lay down with me for eternity.
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© Pagan Paul (2017)