Gray skies drift above
dripping beads of rain,
I stand arms wide,
face towards
the hidden-sun,
mouth open,
tasting,
swallowing
Heaven's flow.

So, is it madness that causes us to swirl our dreams on parchment?
Do we spill ink-drop-angst, our personal-blood for mass ridicule?

Are we broken-lovers seeking an analysis of the heart?
Are we deeper, less topical than mere words, these scribblings?
Are we ******-scientists contemplating confusion of the human mind?

For to find such answers is to know thyself &
to know thyself makes all the difference in the world.

But, do we ever truly know ourselves?
That my friends, is the biggest question of all &
certainly, the mystery!

I watch you from every direction,
hang onto you every chance I get.

I never fail you with your desires,
my tongue is long & sticky.

I'd stand upside down,
if you wanted me to.

I can be anything you want,
can change quickly with your body heat.

I think so highly of you,
like a pedestal of the sun.

I think you're a whole lot of fun,
the sweetest of the very sweet.

Me not Tarzan, Me Chameleon.

My wings grow weaker,
I feel fainter in a solo-flight
heading into the brilliant-sun,
discovering truths of fiery-passion,
these reckless reasons to fall apart.

The wax at my joints
is becoming unglued,
it's frightful,
becoming unhinged.

I am the darkest of angels
seeking the light,
starting
to shed my delicate feathers,
scared & trembling.

And I became inspired about a summer love,
surely she is somewhere now watched by all the angels above, her kindred spirits.

So long ago, we sailed the cat to St. John's isle,
where we'd sit and chat for hours on end,
sending good vibes to each other, enraptured,
smothered in our own astral plane.

We were totally exuberant, not criminally-isane,
in fact a bit silly, those googly-eyes we made,
along with the Myers & pineapple,
tickling each other's fancies.

We'd dance to Marley and Tosh,
do the limbo in our tie-dyed brilliance,
under the sun in that tropical paradise,
I think about of you so often.

I wanted to love you
with all my heart
and prayed so strongly,
it became used up,
my heart felt done.

I dream about romance, wonder about it,
wonder where it went & how it would be,
to have it back again.
It seems lost these days, disappeared
amongst the fervor, the din of technology,
up in smoke with astrology & fate.

And lo and behold, as in the days of old,
some try to carry on the mystery of the true believers, craving the taste to hold another.
It is indeed a long road to travel, one of angst,
everybody seems hung up on the physicality
& perhaps unable see the true meaning of love.

And though, I myself get wrapped up in *****-thoughts,
I will never forget my first kiss,
the feel of another's hand upon my cheek,
the warmth of her sweet breath down my neck,
the fiery heat of our intertwined naked-bodies
nor the explosive mingling of our primal act.

For to forget such seemingly trivial-things,
is to forget the gentleness of a summer rain,
the splendour of the setting sun,  loons calling at night,
the rising of the sliver-moon with its seductive glow
amongst the millions of bright stars, twinkling in the glorious heavens above.

Silence is not
always as golden
as they say it is.

If it's about saying
mean things to others,
it's bullion.

If it's about loneliness,
it's the foolish kind.

I'm rich but hate
being poor.

I dream about the touch of your *******,
swollen against my hardened-chest,
your arms gentle around my shoulders,
such pretty-tips on fire, smoldering.

I lift you up for your preciousness,
lowering you to engulf my flame,
you my quench my thirst
with such tenderness,
we move in wavy-motions.

Whispering dalliances in my ear,
you intice me to seed you
and I oblige your requests,
as you shake with me
in mutual adoration,
you against my chest,
me inside your heart,
bleeding love.

The coolness of the night winds
takes my breath away,
I am enamored by such sensation.

The cold light of the stars
burns its mark deep within me,
I am intriqued by such aura.

I can smell your hot-essence
permeating my surroundings,
it sparks my honest-desire.

A wetness you have for me
releases and you have me
burning up
in another dimension.