Entwined,
heavy with fruit,
she is suspended in time
Caught in a move
endlessly smooth,
her body winds up,
hugging the cold
pillars and walls,
stretching about,
reaching around
and out to the sky.

She can curve it
in every way
on a whim,
however she pleases
... and droplets will shine
on her body like lotion,
or jewelry, playfully teasing,
although frozen, the motion,
warm is her dance
in the hands of the sun
and the tickling breeze

The warped woods were unique in there standing,
as when a certain assentation was perceived they
would no longer reach for that unattainable  
objective of what was beyond there ambition.

So they would seek in sense the joining of there
aspirations to be more than what was perceived.
When one of such long longevity was to be entangled
with another then a connection was implemented.

In the holds of a veil, only stars shine on the appendages
that wait with leafs of needing of daylights caressing.
But as night slept within that moment a conjunction
of seeding woke upon the dawns yawning.

The aurora swept over the conjoined branches that while
separate were void of happening. Upon the moments
that the rays of sunrise kisses caressed everywhere,
then the destitute became vibrant and what wasn't was.

The Woods were of two root systems, when conjoined
whisper's of the planets  echoes where opened and a
footstep was a milestone of miles instead of impressions.
the animals were like children playing upon this system.

Always making sure that when the sun decided it was time
for its rays of life to sleep that they were back at the focal
point. Those not lost were sleeping well, but those that
were eclipsed as night suffocated the land of sight were stranded.

With every motion of the warped woods, each day was a
verity of randomness. But each was cautious of there time
so not to linger in lost solitude, to never taste the air of there
homeland. The woods of everywhere but steps to the unknown.

Entangled: briefly but
Tightly
Now, distant yet synchronised
Coupled
Across oceans of
Space and Time
Spinning, alone yet
Connected

My heart got tied by his cord,
When i saw the devil in his eyes.
Didn't mind serving him as god-
His filthy hands on my thighs,
Made me scream lord.

I have broken my vow,
I sincerely seek restitution.
But no one will listen to a "how",
They'll only see the abomination,
For i only thought of now.

It'as i who seduced him,
I was the Delilah in his bed.
Although this is such a grim,
My appetite is what i fed,
And in pleasures, i did swim.

It'as somewhat worth it,
His electric stole my soul.
Fire burned in my hells pit-
When he drove in his pole,
Though my skin he slit.

Now addicted to this master,
I want him again.
This time harder and faster,
I'd love the pleasure and pain,
And the wishing that it'll be forever.

~~~~~
"Sorry seems to be the hardest word."
I feel your wonderful eyes.

He was a greating glider
Knowledgeable, nice and
Sweet. Had a nasty divorce
Flooded with ***** accusations
Nailed and tortured by himself
For the things he wouldnt do..
He was clean.

~~~~~
Tears within us turn to ice. And they should burst.
I've never cried over you.
I don't know you.

Perhaps. I did.
Once upon a time.
For real.

He is a quick thinker
A worrior with an ancient
Soul and a progressive
Hardness.

A Black pearl.
Shelly aboard
in disguise.

Soft as a kitten
is his heart.
I love him.

~~~~
"Let love rule"
Rise and shine.
A perpetual creation.

Monsoons and many moons
Have passed like a metaphor
Core. A divine traveler.
A colourful world
It is.

He reads thankfully
Astonished.

And humms songs
Of devotion. And he
Writes perfectly.

~~~~~
Harvest moon
He loves modern music and dancing.
He writes.

He dreams about another tattoo
across his heart. We share air.

She was touched
Today. And there
Were sparks sizzling
through.

One long frozen
Moment. Reaching
The most intimate
Awareness.

Not uncharging the potential.
There was a simple question:
"How did you spend the day?"

"With the beautiful artist
In bloom. Drawing."

Shyness. And the
Realization.

He glows.

As I lay here,
With my head on your chest,
Our bodies entangled,
You've got me wondering.
You've got me wondering,
Just how many girls
Have laid here before me,
How many girls did you talk into bed?
Do you use the same lines on all of us?
Did you tell them what you told me?
Or is it really different with me?
I lay here with my head on your chest,
My eyes wide open,
These thoughts racing through my head,
When you ask me,
What's on your mind?
But I keep quiet about this,
Mumble nothing to you,
And as you drift off to sleep
I grab my things and leave.
I grab my things and leave,
Just like all the others did before me.

I like the ordinary things in life.
I like finding my solace in the regular things
Sure we need to go out
Sure there lies a world out there
But have you gone inside, yet?
Have you looked and broken dawn inside of you?
Have you conquered the mountains in you, yet?
Experienced the first brown leaf of the fall?
The first flower bloom in its glory?
The ever unfolding and vast galaxy?
The scrumptious and fulfilling experiences that we can gain?
All we see inside is a mess
A mess that we created on our own
For our own selves
And we're entangled in our own threads
Loosen those threads
The outsides is a mirage
Get inside
Break the moulds
There is so much ecstasy
And high, here
Inside of you

Beyond far stretched horizons lies my piece of soul #1