Beautiful things are priceless,they can't be bought,
Beautiful things are unseen,they are felt by the soul,
Beautiful things are unique,
Beautiful things have a touch of love,.

Astonishing
Bewildering
Caring
Dissing
Educating
Fulfilling
Gravi­tating
Healing
Inspiring
Joking
Keeping
Loving
Motivating
Naming
­Organising
Praising
Quizzing
Restoring
Smiling
Trusting
Uplifting­
Varying
Willing
Xoxo-ing
Yelling
Zesting

I will remember myself
At the bottom
Of a bottle
And at the mouth
Of a pipe.

he laid hands and lips upon
canvas of aching nakedness

igniting...

wanton hunger; pressing into
my palate; fingers painting tender
curlicues with subtle strokes

tracing...

each line and curve, tongued
with passions ink as climactic
quivers, pause; nipping as I

ebb and flow...

he rides in cresting waves, teased,
seduction blankets our embrace;
firmness delves deep...as breath escapes us

scarlet lace lays puddled at our feet

To soothe the angst and anguish
I too travelled that road

a journey to your heart-
is always well rewarded

in the end.
My solitary friends

Solitude is rich, overflowing,
your cup constantly filled

you will never be able
to drink it all.

As storms rage in
Pouring the heaviest rains
Sending the loudest thunders
Clouding her feelings
As she sat alone
In her dull and dreary castle

Drop by drop
Floods of doubts engulf her
Sinking every piece of fer
Drowning her from her own sea of maybe's and what if's

Maybe it was just all a fantasy
Maybe it was just her and her loneliness
Maybe they were all the same?
Maybe it's another tragic ending?

What if she never got used of the tales?
What if she never had listened to his songs?
What if she never had opened her doors?

Where is he now?
Gone? Together with his coated promises?
Husssh. She's been here. It's okay
She knows the face of short-term happiness
And he's happy now
They all are.
And there she lies, empty
Forlorn and forgotten.