You're the lines
in my favourite songs
You're the second beat
of my heart
The close shave,
my love on the run
You're the chasing thunder
to my lightning
Never quite catching up
with eachother
You are why I count seconds,
minutes, hours, days
And months turn into years away
You occupy my mind
you pervade my heart
You touch my soul,
With nothing but time passed;
you are still my greatest hope.

You were everything I ever wanted and more

but nothing I needed.



i was so adamant I was right in your arms

but it never felt comfortable.



you were so complicated andfascinating

but the process was too simple



you invaded all my spaces i was full to bursting

but still empty inside.



You got nothing I need

and every thing I want



i want you so much

but not enough

to need you back in my life.

He drew designs of passion on my naked flesh with his fingertips

the rythym slow and winding delicately, pensively around the tightly wound delicate-est parts of me.

It was as if he were tracing every line, every beauty every imperfection that was my essence in physicality, and on occasion he looked deep into my eyes for further permissions to which I could not answer held hostage by his touch and my indelicate wanting.



The bottom of my lip curled up in a tooth nip constrained the torrernt of love words that threatened to pour from my mouth, breath doing its best to find regulation and all I wanted was to be lost in His adoring admiration floating anywhere in his abyss contented just to stare at his unorthodox beauty, fashioned by his strength and decisiveness and above all the way his soul knew mine.



It was a separation unbearable made more so, by the powerful burning longing ignited by his feathery touch. caught somewhere between sweet Nirvana and torturous Hades;  not sure which toe was dipped in which?  These were fleeting thoughts that brought me through my confusion and closer to the clarity of madness. Eyes now intent on discovering him, devouing him with each twist and turn of his strong limbs. my fingertips begining to free themselves from thier trance, reach hesitantly when finally touched its destination a gasping pleasure realsed its self from his throat as i slowly realise my touch equally burning my own design trails of longing fire. He threatened to lose control of, breathing love and fire passion as the lines of desire's designs brought fourth an achictectural beauty that ochestrated prisimic baptismal fire that no other could have pervaded;  and the words written in the burning flesh had no name just symbols, traced over and over again still not enough to capture meaning. It was all we had but it was enough to sign our love endless to the ages of ages.



some say there is a word that comes so close though many more words are missing, forgotten but still felt penultimate erotismiagapea the unity of all things designed to be craved by love.

The hollow space where you stepped from my atmosphere felt so empty;

void of all feeling and substance. It seems you even took the air with you.

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As you left I felt my contentment tearing away.

i held my hands awkwardly half shut, half open;

it was all I could do to stop myself physically clawing for it

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a coldness swooped in and claimed your previously occupied space as its own, hanging itself around me... A strange essence, with the ability to call out my confidence and destroy its underlying ego. It taunted me with the relative ill-ease consuming my thoughts. As I watched each drawn out pace spreading you further away, your physicality dissolving in to the clatter and garbled amusements of the facetious element hoarded into the smoke hazed ornate ballroom.

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It was clear you had no intentions of pandering to my insecurities, or remotely interested in any other of my womanly charms

A beast of bested burden; how easily he laid upon my heart like a warm blanket

His cruelties stung me with passion, his empty words grew me to love him in spite of him. How easily he tangled my well formed opinions and pulled my perceptions from under me!  I felt I was dancing on an ever shifting carpet afraid for dear life about to topple over the edge and ever rescued from the finite moment...

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Appalled by my countenances, compelled by my indignation, repelled by my eagerness,  yet, still there ghostly and taunting.

But I had seen it.

A gold moment of freedom, of warmth in his eyes and I pained to see it again. It was this dust particle lit by the sun emanating a warmth to fill the rooms empty space with such a gorgeous sweet freedom, of dancing upon lightness and air!

Eye to eye, soul to soul. In that fraction of a moment it had happened and he was driven to erase it with all and any counter actions. Knowingly I begin to feel a slight crescent nudging the corner of my mouth as I realise suddenly  picking up my ego and dusting the cold off my shaken confidence... Impossible. I left, knowing the manipulations that would follow with the kind of surety of knowing one with a complete intimacy aged of many years an yet it had only Been 3 days, 3 complete life times. One fraction of eternity. I walked never looking back knowing it was I leaving the void behind me.

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I did not care for wanton games this evening. I am not a plaything contented to puzzle over strings dangling of bobs, bits and things. As the cab rolled up and I was safely tucked inside, I thought of the ensuing orchestration of our physicality. I felt with such fervour we would meet again soon. That was three lifetimes ago. And I still won't let myself falter.

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I write to pass this endless time.

13 - My life was a diamond shining brightly in the sun
7- Till you came with your shadows
13 - I felt the cool shade but it was an ominous one
7-  Like rope hung over gallows
13- Took the shine in my eyes away and never looked back
7- all that's left is my sorrows.

bend that bow till breaking
fire those arrows at will
I am an illusion
a draft of sorrows and heartache
too ephemeral
too misty to stay long in any sights
for the sake of argument.
gentiles and wit
karma and justice
its seems the only thing broken is your luck,
and the answer it seems is lost in the wind
while you're too busy thinking
by my mind you are already an ancient thought.
cast your strokes,
carve your name upon my will
a hard target for an uneasy ****
I've died before and lived again
My special healing power is
I never give a **** more than is necessary
and yes indeed this above all
makes me a most worthy adversary.