When I see you, I see The Questions
They're written all over your face
I don't need to look in to your eyes
Or check your sleeve where
Emotions are a badge

You wonder, with a slight pause
And reply with an unanswer
More to yourself than spoken
I, for the moment,
Am simply there

I see your retreat, behind your eyes
They lose the sparkle
Like a loss of light
Darkness, a treasure in you gone
A part of you dies

I reach to you, grasp you
To me, I hold you close
Sooth that part, I can't stop death
But the part that remembers
Forgive yourself, and be a part

I love you, too much
To be safe myself, I know
To save us, I must save you
And maybe, in the process
Save myself, save you

two red kites
like pairs of white kittens
locked in
a spiritual
trance
ice-skating
pairs
triple-axle
across
the
ice
blue sky
with a flare

Grown, shaped to be
A statue, only to seen
Visually yours, nothing more
Internally unreadably
A jester performing, unmoving

Inside the mind, I gallop
A secret, for you, behind closed doors
Or, at least, just out of sight
This is not for the spectators of life
This is my private world, for you

Taking, being taken
Lustful, dark desire
To see and be seen
Without judgment
Concentration, focus

The loss of self
On fire, becoming the flame
Riding emotional, physical
******, mentally owned
Owning the other

A balance in twine
Knotted, spliced together
Brought, bought, sold
Without hesitation
Drawing blood

Coated in each other
A tingle waves, builds
Forced back, anticipation
Brought again, held tight
Around the empaling spike

A release, it comes then again
Riding a wave, emotionally tied
Physically, a piano mastered
Not a slave, without one
There is no other

The wave crests, violence ensues
Assured by the other, safe
A composer of two
The body, bodies
So much more, ours

This, behind the eyes
The statue's mind
Staring out at you
The passé veil
Separates, shields

Never known
To be seen for stone
Posed and dressed
A mask, seen; controlled
Mine for them: bored

To the heart, devilish delight
Worshipping sensual curves
Thinking not that it's sin
Indulging your fantasies
Only now, made them nine