Flying seamlessly through the open fresh air
Finding places to rest, like in your brown hair.
It goes inside noses to make a reaction.
An explosion of power that’s quite a distraction.
Sticking to everything like counter tops and books.
Without this nuisance, your house has good looks.
Sometimes this pest has been known to starts fires.
Or to get in alarms and set off their wires.
Where does it come from, and what is it at all?
This is a question that sure does enthrall.
Gray and disgusting, and sticks to your hands.
Cleaning this anomaly is what it commands.
Unsure of its pattern, what it does most.
Is never disappears; created by ghosts.

It’s time she says,
to make a wish
and peck the clock.
I’d love a kiss.
Ask what I wish
and with reply,
I say I can’t say.
It won’t comply.
With truth I wish
the same every time.
To be with you
and your beauty sublime.
Maybe I’m falling;
it seems like a crush.
Perfect figure for me.
Maybe it’s lust.
Purely she’s beautiful
with light skin of pearl.
Pleasant green eyes,
look my way, girl.
It’s 11:11 when you say,
“Make a wish.”
I kiss the clock
hoping for bliss.

Seamless perfection to every eye,
A woman to love, the luck of my try.
She kissed my lips and for the first time,
my heart was sparked; voice like a mime’s.
No words to express the feeling I felt,
Every small kiss continued to melt.
Her beautiful eyes blue, smiled with her teeth,
as her long brown hair thickened my glee.
My love goes as far as the universe is wide,
So help me to stand as start I glide.
The facilities of actions when your hand’s in mine,
Help to seed your perfection as love grows in vines;
Branching away and growing so tall,
feelings explained through the move of my jaw.
Which words can’t express, but I can’t ignore,
I fell for you as I haven’t before.
There’s more to this than a butterflied stomach
A love so true, one must not mutter;
But shout to all, his every shortcoming,
And yell the name of the one he is loving.
This woman is truly the spirit of grace.
Perfection in the eyes of all who chase.
But she loves only one, and receives it the same.
They continue to grow, as hearts interchange.

Leaves die in the fall,
and I’m that cold wind.
Cancer that kills
all cells within.
Everything I touch
just wilts with a nudge
as glares and smiles
all start to judge.
When the sun finally rises
and winter’s away
grass in the fields
all raise to the day.
But my back yard withers.
All sad to see,
everything I touch
dies to its knees.
Beautiful, but yet
with a touch it is crumbled.
Unknown to me,
my touch only stumbles.
Loosening the dirt
with sweet talk of a dove.
So quick into lust.
So quick into love.
When all is settled.
At last a right pair.
That match lights in flames,
ashing in-to thin air.
This winter’s a cold one,
as the cancer spreads thick.
Clenching last breathes,
and killing so quick.
A life so familiar,
Living’s a tease.
Everything I touch
dies to its knees.