Kiss me where it hurts,
taste the indefinite, there
is something beautiful
in the moments that will
fade without warning.

I've been missing the part
of you that craves only me,
I'm a finely wrapped gift on
your door  — unravel me,
unravel me, I'll buy you more.

You desire the mystery,
feeding the elusive hand
that beckons you — there
are layers to my story but
you only skim the surface.

My ego is a divine thing,
you dress it well, embellish
it with swift strokes, and
pause with fascination.

There are a million ways
to tell me I look good in red
— but I like your way best.

There's a very fine line between
Weirdness and Greatness...

And often the transition
Is undetectable.

He comes from the far away lands
Old and wrinkled,

His eyes,
The only sign of mirth.

Savage in looks,
A gentleman so good.
He still hears the oceans
The average man has never known.

They ask him about the golden deserts, the forests so lush and wild,
They scream with excitement, "Tell us about the deep seas and the winds so agile!"

He rarely listens but hears all of them,
Then what he does is, smile, smile and smile again.

You stab me in the back with a knife,
and I apologize for bleeding on it.