Have you ever heard the pin drop brightly,
Leather boots on one hundred bodies?
Mermaids, mutants, captivating aliens,
What a world, what a world.

Trees keep calling me elsewhere lately,
Again, more than ever
Wind that I believe is your breath
Scent of the highly
Rose to the nose pricking blood

I wanted this
I got this
Ripped up home
Hell bound
I want this
Necrotic
Kiss on my lips
Unbound
Lashes on the wrist
Just a form of risk
Unleashed

I love being free.
To be no longer bound
By the Rail is freedom.
To be slowed down no longer
By protection.

But to be free.
No longer bound by the rail.
Openly prone to harm and danger.
Is to be no longer bound
By the Rail.

I picked up that old
leather bound book
and realise the journey
as I sit here and look,

I feed on the narrative
with newly wide eyes,
I look forward to words
that will thrill and surprise.

The story progresses
as continuous phrases
set characters free
with each turn of the pages.

Personality's form
the more that I read
and the more that I see
then the more that I need.

My mind is awash
with this tale in my mind
as I continuously
leave the real world behind.

Lost in a new place,
succumbed by an age,
entranced by the images
that leap from the page.

This old leather bound book
fights a war that is won
for I cannot put it down
till this journey is done.

Bound by the worldly verity
I look up to you with woe
You comfort me at times
When friends have turned foe

My love affair with you
Isn't like the rest
Cos a night with you
Puts all else to test

Your love is pensive
Unpretentious and rich
Takes me to paradise
No questions, no hitch

And when I lose myself
You lure me again
To a dose too many
With that ignorance you feign.

I wake up in relic
In awe and in lust
I know not this world, but you
In alcohol I trust!!

He's restless. With bile in his throat
And adrenalin in his veins
He's living long before he realizes
A fist a flask a bit o this and that
An addiction
A love
A girl....
She's clever. A mindful eye behind her brain
A heart she thought would never beat again
A smoke a kiss a **** and a talent
Her addictions
Her love
Him....
They collide like the moon and the sea
Never completely
But enough
To move one another with grace unseen.
He has a poem she has a song
A word a whisper a lyric and a pun
They make each other,
The worlds most tragic
And divine
Lovers of the night
And sun

Wounded boards of cardboard dreams
Smelt in cities and lucid screams

Rusty nail driven in blasted souls
Wake me up and make us crawl

Bound by the ties of constant sorrow
The daylight ends, there is no tomorrow

My world imbued with luscious curves,
Of light swept thighs, and hips that climb,
I wonder on, in daily dream, as thoughts
Of her, and her,
Are seen.

A man, a being, of (supposed) mind,
Sentient, yet always blind,
Titillation occupies,
A thousand thoughts, which
few are mine.

In stark contrast the sun it swings
Through timeless place, its light
It sings. Awe-inspired my soul does yearn
To slip the grip of her and her.

Thank you for the gift of saying yes to me today.
It is an excess of generosity that you acquiesce to my request.
  "For You Yes"
You gave me a verbal diamond of a gift.
But as soon as I would have you bound to my passion's content...
I would look to free you.
As I feel so deeply for you,  that a moment of your bind would be an eternity of concern for me.
You were not born to be bound... a true Alpha.
You:
Confiner of my affection.
Master of my body.
Premier in my mind.
North of my compass.  
Free & unbound;
I would have you no other way...
Just know that appreciate your generosity toward me and have never taken your interest for granted.