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

Time
Time and time again
We worship and fear time itself
But little do most realise
That time is just
A mathematical equation
To secure us into a chain
Giving us the idea of an end

Time
Time is made of numbers upon numbers
Just think for one moment
Numbers have an infinite value
Therefore numbers can reach
an infinite decimal place

Time
If we take this all into account
For it may feel faster than it seems
But we are eternal
For time is just numbers
In which we tried to cage
The life of each being

Time
An endless restriction
If trapped in the box
Or an eternity
Of exploration

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

I'm getting that sick feeling again,
it's tugging at my heart,
pulling me down
to the place
I got hurt
so long ago.
The hunger,
this hunger lingers,
I'm scared.
Give me a reason
to starve
woman.

No one tries to save the monster from themselves

A week with love and lust
And twists and turns.
A week filled with promises and secrets is left behind.
Scene after scene skips through
my mind.
A year from now -You can see,
But right now my heart is recovering
From just a week
Of you and me.

Closing my eyes I can see your beautiful sweet face looking at me like I'm a bird with a broken wing.
Your mouth whispering words sweeter than honey that are meant to heal me.
I can feel your warm and firm touch as your hands draw out the pain from my aching body.
You give me all that you are-
And it is everything I need.
Thank you my sweet, sweet love.