You said I was the only step,
       but you always took one


back..

Never walking us forward,
   excuses, like I had to tie my laces,
         or my feet ache you walk on.

But I never looked back,
and you never moved forward.

We were a distance apart but I'd only
                  took one more step than
you.

But one can equal more when its
not synchronized with your heart.

The next day, you had walked off,
  we weren't even walking in the same
                                              postcode...

I took of the shoes I wore when we walked,
                and now I'm bare foot.


But you know what I'm walking further without


you.

My perception isn't clouded by your backward
        footing.

I'm free to walk without the pleasure
           of having to look backwards..

Just walking onward  without pausing to see
                           who cares how far my footsteps

have wondered,.

I'm strolling at my own pace
                                  passing with no goodbyes.

a taste of honey
dew drops run down my bare flesh
lips touch in night wind

Your heart beat races
Nearly fast as mine
Experiments are fun
It’s time to see behind

Let’s lose the excess
Get back to being bare
Turn white into red
We make such a pair

Lay yourself across
Exposed to the air
Take a look at the floor
Wait for your share

I caress what you have
Then pull back slow
Gentle but firm
Here comes the blow

Be loud or be quiet
I hope that you like it
Now that you’re done
It’s my turn to try it

Her roots are growing upon your being,
waiting for the warmth of your presence
and the drops of your attention.

As it grows,
she begins to demand more
her appetite to sustain grows.

But slowly you’re furthering away
your radiation no longer reaching
upon her bare skin
as the trail of your shadow is left behind.

Just like the rest you’ve furthered,
leaving her parched and left to thirst
the reservoir that has stopped flowing.

Grief tastes like fear,
for attachment is the synonym of fear.
To be intertwined and interlinked,
to give and expect —
but to receive less
with the passing days.

The experience of the past
harbors fear,
tremble at the feel of attachment
that is ripped away
to leave her bare.

Before you leave
Before you detach
She will leave
and disentangle herself.

****** and pull
you and i loved that pattern
messed up sheets
creased and ruffled
left with many lustful memories
pleasurable reveries
unveiling mysteries
breaking boundaries
bare and exposed
we were naked in and out
we gave it all