This is no lower pleasure
and while purely physical and only ever fleeting,
i do not mind.
i like the raindrops on my face and the heavy green canopy above my head,
thriving.
i like the wild lightness of being small somewhere big,
and i like your eyes when they meet mine , and i catch glimpses of your soul -
candid, and spectacular.
i enjoy the tactile pleasure of tree-bark beneath my fingertips and your fingertips upon my skin
i like the sound of words as they leave our lips and hang in the air between us
i like the comfort i feel, wrapped up in her many wooden arms
and i like to sit amongst her bones and feel her presence as my own
soaking me in new understanding.
a simple clarity , as i cease to race the universe
for i understand her now,
and i hope that she doesn't stop raining.

Wake
and see silent cycling
through moons mourning months long gone

gone like bright dawns of broken blossoms
or shattered eyes and rehearsed lies whispered
words to working hearts with broken parts

and broken promises, honestly it's overrated
contemplated, pre-meditated harm, cuts on the arm
loving lips laced with charm

would you call it ******? Sanity gone further
and further from fevered flesh
and fervored hearts ironic, catatonic

catastrophic state of affair, breaths lost in air
to where dare I go now, how do I allow
myself to fall from hovered heights

heavy hearts heaving soft hello's
heavy haze here down below.

I never feel more alone
Then I do with you
Your presence consumes my emotions
Filling them with loneliness
Feeding my depression
Your deafening silence
Piercing my mind
Jabbing this knife in my heart
All I long for
Your honey-sweet voice
Whispering your innermost thoughts
I want these thoughts
To slip from your lips unfiltered
Whole and true
Even if they split my spine
Desiring the truth
Your truth
Cause the memories of you
Dement me
The ones of last May
The days that you'd whispered
The three little words that brighten my day
The times that
I was never close enough
The hours spent
With your fingertips learning my body
Repeating your exploration of my valleys
To build a memory
The moments spent
Under warm blankets
The late night conversations that never end
But suddenly the air shifted
A change in the seasons
Talks began to find an end
Now they it seems as though they never even begin
I'm always too close
Never far enough
Funny how things change with the seasons
But I have not
Continuously wanting and craving
Of the same thing
The same person
You

You thought my heart too far diseased;
  You wonder when my fancies play
  To find me gay among the gay,
Like one with any trifle pleased.

The shade by which my life was crost,
  Which makes a desert in the mind,
  Has made me kindly with my kind,
And like to him whose sight is lost;

Whose feet are guided thro' the land,
  Whose jest among his friends is free,
  Who takes the children on his knee,
And winds their curls about his hand:

He plays with threads, he beats his chair
  For pastime, dreaming of the sky;
  His inner day can never die,
His night of loss is always there.

I remember it like it was yesterday -
The sickly anti-septic smell,
The bright fluorescent-lit room.
The perpetual
beep-beep-beep

Your eyes are closed;
Your face at ease.
But I know,
Under the immaculate facade
Of gentle freckles -
You are in so much pain.

I gently squeeze your hand.

Your eyes open:
A bewitching light-brown.
You smile one of your illuminating smiles -
The kind that would make stars envious.
Your dimples
A perfect compliment to your picturesque features.

Goodbye, my love
                 You whisper.

Your eyes close;
Your face at ease.

I will never forget that icy sound:
The sound of finality.
The undying

**Beeeeep

The ink was dry as sand,
It was there where I left it,
My pen, covered with dust,
It didn't write,
For a long span of time,
That time, was rough.

It showed the harshness of life,
Taught me how
An honest heart can't speak,
But the masked face should,
Something emphasized as maturity.
How lying and deception
is the new smart,
A World, where love is an alibi
for a night of pleasure
or a kiss, an appetizer.
A friend an advantage,
Or a parent, a bank.

It took time to sum it up all,
Cried at the empty nights,
For a hint to solve,
But I understood one thing,
Its not worth a try.
Time and the world,
have the rules, that
They will make you abide by.....