Fingers heartbound Knotted up in air Gaze darting lost Watching dancing Frozen in movement Desire for desire Masked by panic Intoxicate Lost in descent Bodies complement Space absent touch Concern ego lust Parting hesitate Yearn
I always put away the pen Instead of painting you in How can I win describing? My love ever overflowing. If I had my way, I’d immortalise Your tasteful idiosyncrasies. Wish my parchment would Read like my heart, pity My words fail me unlike your love. Don’t get me wrong you’re no prince, fable or legend You’re far rarer, You’re real enough to contradict even yourself In loving you I’m made kinder To the world, myself and the rest. Cause I see you in your infinite facets Surreal, imperfect yet So intoxicating it feels pagan. To steal a quote from those who came before me ‘Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror’ And baby I’ve been scared since the day we kissed.
I saw a girl who's winsome face was bright, Next to me a fleeting presence like smoke, Her eyes were dreamy like a balmy night, She smiled and laughed, although there was no joke. She was so beautiful, but did not know; I saw the empty sadness in her eyes, Like a wind towards the stars she did blow, Forever high, like missing butterflies. So sad, but still nothing could beat her charms, A silliness – from fear she was not fleeing – She looked me in the eyes, opened her arms, And suddenly embraced my broken being. Three seconds warm, and she let go – apart – Yet it lasted much longer in my heart.
This chaos you surround yourself with All these sleepless nights You drown yourself in liquor With smoke Your blood is intoxicated Mind is blurry with no certain thoughts Between somewhere Which is neither sane nor insane Is this your peace?
Hopes and dreams are soft and fragile as the petals above. Bathing and blossoming in the radiating warmth, love and happiness of the sun. But attached to these fragrant petals are thorny stems the one needs to climb to bathe and breathe the intoxicating and enriching aura.