i want a love that is pure & raw
i want a passion that is unattached & wild
i want a loyalty that is truthful & undoubted
i want a connection that is founded in friendship but retires in love
i want a partner that i can become a master of the universe with
and we will live above all the lies
and the jealous
and the vindictiveness
of modern relationships
we will live and love like the gods we were born to be
i want a life of romance and travel
of creation and expression
of being unraveled
and naked and bare
and be taken in
in all of my everythingness
& in all of my nothingness
without question or hesitation
just compassion sparked elation
i want to live in innocence by sun light
and in sin by star light
i want a love that's big enough to save the world
but not so big that i can't save myself
a love too deep to even fathom or understand or relay by words
but one that would never drown you
in need, attachment, obsession, or sacrifice
i want something i fear will never truly be
as more then just a figment of all my fantasies
i will wait and wander and meet all i can meet
and until i find the one i want, i'll be the one for me.

is it bad
that i search for the scent
you leave behind
for long after you're gone
that sweet smell
of something wonderful
you leave behind
that lingers in my mind

is it bad
that i long to hear
the sound of your voice
in my ear drums
like the sweetest noise
to ever grace ones ears
the soundtrack to my slumbers
the hum in my hymns

is it bad
that i crave your taste
even tho
i haven't yet tasted you
& even tho
you will probably give me
the worst toothache
i've ever had

is it bad
that i tremble for your touch
that i shake and ache
with every pore
needing more
more self-control
but less air & space
between our bodies
and the heat they make

is it bad
that i fantasize
about your beautiful eyes
lust locked with mine
our limbs intertwined
about sharing one heart
and sharing one mind
or just sharing time

is it bad
that i blush
when we touch
that i forget where i am
whenever i am with you
that i forget where i once was
and where i am going too
because all i feel is you

is it good to be bad?
if it is, then i'm glad
because these feelings i hide
are all that i have

don't tell me how to look
don't tell me how to live
you could count with just one hand
the amount of ***** i give
i don't exist for you
but i do exist for me
so don't tell me who i am
cause i'm who i want to be

I am
a ******
passionate
being of sensuality
step out of your skin
and into my reality
I will lure you in
and make you my casualty
I will love you so good
you will question morality

Sublime

there is not enough time
in this fleeting life of mine
to just sit and unwind
and empty my mind

there is not enough time
in this flirting life of mine
to do all the things i find
to try all the different kinds

to speed up
to slow down
to get lost
to be found
there's just not enough time
to enjoy the sublime

when I write love poetry
I imagine a beautiful woman
sitting at a table
across a scattered bunch of souls
at a random diner
in a random place
reading a book
I see her
and I am immobilized
by the sudden rush of blood
and the sudden feeling of longing
and with every page she turns
both grow stronger inside me
she's the kinda woman
who's soul shines
right through her skin
with a loud silence
who unintentionally captivates
with her grace of an angel
then she looks at me
and smiles
oh **** how she smiles
and all I can think to do is write
write of the way
she makes me forget my past
and my pain
because they are out felt
by the feeling
that everything was leading me
to this woman
and that smile
write of the way
I am feeling right now
like a meteor of cosmic beauty
just shot from the sky
down into the seat
that's in front of me
write of the way
I can see every moment together
that lies before us
all the laughter
the touching
the passion
the love
the entire rest of my life with her
is in this pen
the all and every effect
of her in-conceived beauty
every feeling she inspires
every thought she lures
is in this pen
and I could sit until dawn
and just write all of it out
in pages and books
stained with tears
and sweat
and love
all for her to read
in hopes that it will ignite
the same feeling
of fire in her heart
the same feeling
of pins under her skin
the same taste of love on her tongue
that I feel when I look at her
that I capture when I write my poetry ...

and maybe one day
my words will come to life
my poetry will breathe
and I won't need to imagine a beauty
I have not yet found to exists
and my words will stand before me
in all of their guts and glory
and that will be all she wrote
or maybe one day
I will have to become that beauty myself
only time can really tell
will I manifest my imaginations
or will the creator become the creation

if you can see this
then see me
if you can hear this
then hear me
if you can feel this
then feel me
why do you need to be on guard
why does it have to be so hard