I'm steaming my ******

You're cooking

freshly showered

drenched hair

towel left to warm the floor

The kitchen counter

becomes my burlesque stage

lit in your

alluring stare

you revel

in the backdrop of

my exposed

cravings

With that hungry look

you cannot resist

shifting towards me

honouring my body with

all your attention

When love is not true
We feel it
Deep within our soul
Energies collide
And collude

While hearts play along
Often, ignoring what isn't sincere

We all just want
That beautiful,
Happy ending
Even... if it hurts

Brutal truths
... heard and felt
without any
pretty words


I have tried
and failed
One day, you will need to read the
filed memories
and absorb all my pain

Share all the love
within your soul.
one day,
it will find
its way
into your broken heart
... and stay.

My sacred place
where I demand
to feel
... feel the pain

Poured onto canvas
so abstract that
a handful feel it with me
I allow it

Extended versions
of the classics
prolonging the emotion
... to be felt

It's a process
allow, the emotion
to feel
to feel the pain from within

Johann Sebastian Bach,
the sounds that clear my mind
a river of memories
... flowing

With every
breath,
filling "Air"
into my soul

My soul listens
... patiently
lovingly, taking in
the sounds of a beautiful soul