Like moon drenched waves that crash together as one at sea

Our depth and longing to unite is fresh as paradise's breeze

We knock upon each others heart like sands on the shoreline

Please don't drift away with the next moment's tide

Paradise only exists when your lips are pressed against mine

My lonely nights have only ever needed you

I only want to share my thoughts, my dreams with you it's true

Almost paradise is dreams that somehow don't belong to me

Almost paradise is your body only given to me in a one night fantasy

Paradise is when I the sun, and you the horizon come together and forever form we

Ah yes, the pure desired essence of this, nothing compares.

The way her hungry eyes grip me in full "take me" stare

Even her shadow begs for her to stop standing there

With mouth agape, please press your tongue against mine over here

I see heaven in your eyes and with you, I see heaven everywhere

There is always
one thing, that
I am sure to do
when I am
around you

I am sure
to disguise how
I am always
******* you
with my eyes

I'll kiss your scars

if....

you kiss

mine.

Poets are never ending romantacists on a moonstruck Caribbean beach with ambiantic waves kissing a star soaked horizon

Poets are flames that flicker from a lover's breath and that whispers their name under candlelight sight and forever's caress

Poets are also earthquakes, hurricanes and tornados because we yearn for great storms in life to write

Poets are the artists that create pictures with words that trace your lips and tense your body with climactic fantasies

We poets are song writers in 5 minutes notice, greeting card and love letter writers

We poets are what many crave to be or yearn to be with.

Because, once you're with a poet you aren't ever going back!

Delicious fruit
can quickly turn
into sand

From pulp
to grain
slipping through
one's hand

Forgive me but,

I seem to have
left some of
my words
deep inside
those gaping
wounds of yours

Retrieving them
is of no interest
to me

I may even,

push them in
deeper when the
opportunity
arises

I missed vital
organs intentionally,

for now anyway.

I wondered about, wondering -

and then,

I wondered some more -

Is death, death -

Or is death, birth -

Do birds fly only because they have wings -

Or do birds fly because Jesus is beneath their wings, or both-

Is tomorrow the first of never -

Or is tomorrow the first of forever -

Do words slay giants like a keen sword -

Or are words as mighty as the pen that brings them to life -

Or the mind that never stops wondering about them -

I wonder -

And, I will never
stop wondering -

He was
fragile
like a snowflake

He was
fragile
like a bomb

And they
didn't know
which was scarier-

his
                                                   ­     ­   explosion
or
his calm?

You frame your own self loathing when casting aspersions of those that left you behind

Your window is a fractured rendering of a broken image

The adolescent tone of your written words is a sign

Your wounds are clearly deep for which there is no bandage

They must have really hurt you for you to write about them all of the time

Move on because in this life they are someone that you are meant to miss

Your spite filled pen, heart and tongue will never bring back their kiss upon your lips

You're not even a beautiful mess
You're just a mess

Worry about yourself and think about them less

Stop longing for their caress

Your love for them is truth and not something that you need to confess

Repair your window of broken glass
Your shattered vision of what was, will never bring back the past

For years
    I have longed
       for you.
Your lips
     your touch
        your love.
Every passing day
      my wanting
         for you
           only grew.
As the sun sets
       on the stars
         tonight
            i wish,
for you to be
        delivered
           to me
            from above.
And at long last
          I can share
            my burning
       love
               for you.