Ebony a bronzed goddess walking amongst a mortal plane
A name that echoes in my mind along with the intoxicating words of a being so divine  
Her words flow like symphony and she utters ones that ensnare the soul
She isn't someone who belongs here, rather we do not belong in her presence.  
Indeed she is a living, breathing, work of art that belongs on the euphoric clouds of pink and white.
Her name is something words cannot justify  
Likening her to Nefertiti is an understatement of her beauty she surpasses even the most desirable Egyptian goddess.
However it is her ability to stimulate my soul and mind that make my knees weak so that I kneel and kiss the ground she walks upon .
It is her brilliance and artistry that inspires me to constantly evolve to one day be worth of her presence

Just one kiss,
But much more,
A moment of bliss,
The girl I adore.

Just every fear,
But nothing real,
No one will hear,
I don't know how to feel.

I lock myself
beneath layers of doors and walls
when the pain becomes terrible enough
to cause my heart to shift and tremble
in the very place it feels safe.
I may feel sheltered behind these barriers,
my being may as well.

But I must open myself up,
even though it may feel nearly impossible.
Those who want to help
are only filled with love
and will do anything and everything
to help me when I need them the most.

Those who adore me do not
deserve my abrupt departure.

You can't always speak.

It's tiring,
to say the same spiel all the time,
lying isn't much better,
but the truth isn't an option.

It would hurt,
and we're already miles apart from where we began,
and I don't want to live without you in my life.

So sometimes I can't.

Please,
let's just sit here in silence a little longer.

So I can choke down the misery,
and smile for you.

Like a friend,
instead of someone who so hopelessly adores you.

The feelings who I had before,
Are here no longer anymore.
Your eyes, your lips, your face and hair,
I like, but now I don’t adore.

My Love.

I will not wait to see our love fade,
Just because they laughed at your beauty,
I will not keep silent, to see you vanish in pain,
Just because they mocked you, of your weight.

Haven’t I treasured you sincerely?
Haven’t I valued your being, honestly?
Why then do you want to suffer my heart?
Just because they criticized your beauty.

I will not wait, to see you destroyed by chemicals,
Just in the name of seeking ‘true beauty’
I will still love you with my all,
It’s not beauty that binds us, but love.

I don’t care if they don’t love your décor,
I don’t care if they don’t like your weight,
I don’t care of the wrinkles on your face,
I don’t care if they dislike your voice.

To me, you are more than a Queen,
You are more than a shiny gem of diamond,
You are the epitome of my being,
And my love for you;

Is beyond physical beauty.

her entrance was full of
beautiful blue-hued stars
filled with the nuance of a touch of romance
inspired by her i make clear announcements to my heart
that this daughter of moonlight
treads the path to my dreams
alone scatters pages of rose scented poems
along my veins to the point of creations fire
even her tears spent for me are gracious and kindness

after her entrance
blue stars settle on the bare floor
in exquisite patterns that flavor the minds meal
that lends its rich texture and sensations to the bodies temple
she lay in repose like a field of summer wheat swaying
in the cool breeze
she lay in the folds of my blankets
like the queen of hearts
a luscious liquid in her every move
softly she speaks every embracing word
that cools your heated brow
comforts your beating heart
she knows just what to say to ease you
she knows just how to weave you

beneath her entrance
her barefoot leavings are a track
that have led many to their unwitting tale of woe
where from a great distance can they
with longing and tender expressions put to page
placed ever so delicately into envelopes
headed for the mythical west coast
the land of palms and glitz
forever summer
in the land of golden statues

after her entrance
i have within my grasp
a poem of her
a poem of her moment
a rich tapestry that is woven into
the fabric of her Paris fashion catalogue
where she is a French princess in prints 8"x10" glossy

poems © 2018 mark john junor all rights reserved

let me kiss the sorrow on your skin
let me kiss the pain away, grow flowers inside of you
water them, pour my heart out to see them beautifully blooming
come as you are, along with your thorns and sharp edges
I will not heal you, do not count on that
I will hold your hand, remind you of the flowers within you
when you cannot sleep, i will sing to you
songs that have been written about you, us  
long before we were alive

sadyang ka'y layo mo na para abutin
pero nandito pa rin ako
nananatiling manalangin
Bathala, hanggang dito na lang ba
ang aming istoryang
di pa nagsisimula
maari mo bang pakinggan
ang tanging dalangin?
sana'y pagbigyan mo lamang
masilayan ang kanyang mga ngiti,
kahit di na ang pagdampi ng labi,
ako'y di na muli mananalig

eng trans:
you're just too far
from the grasp now
but I am still here
still here wishing— praying
Creator, is this really how it is
for the two of us; our story
that haven't even began
can you please hear
my only wish?
may you let me just this time
get a glimpse of his smile
even not for the press
of the lips anymore—
*I won't ever wish no more