This time I scribe past the night among turning cards that spell out the pains of love and loss.

A flower stems and blooms in a dark stained glass hallow past sullan forgotten grave stones and tubs of broken hearts among lost images of Cupids.

I really wish curiosity killed the cat this time.

I filled my life with your smile.
The arrow that stung my heart.

This flower has thorns but blooms no peddles.

Escape from this feeling gone as babies breathe.

Not to be.

Hearts yearn. Reaching out for you.
Vines.

I cry to stop the thirst.
My soul hollow without you.

This pain rains on and on.

There's an all pervading feeling like white chocolate.

To lay next to your letters.
The smell of your perfume lingers in the air and in my soul.

This feeling I can't escape.
Your image flashing back in my mind as I try to rest.

Sweetness that threads my heart, punched through by the stem of the rose.

I toss and turn as I melt.

You chase away my pain.     Yet.

To have you near as I rest if only in my dreams.
I yearn.

To wish and pray and hope for what might come.

Where these hearts beet as one.

**** the postman.

Far off if to be.
Some day some where.
Sweet mystery to me.

Brightest eyes to me.

Sunshine's ethereal glow.

We run hand in hand. ****** unbound.

These two young hearts beeting in sencro-sonic peace.

To have and hold you, raized high as if to touch the heavens.
I kick and laugh inside.
Emotions coil and spin.

We run on through feilds in my mind.
Honey, silk, deepest velvet.

To lay next to one another and subtly kiss away the past.

To live in a moment.

To shine on and still bleed to one warm flow.

Dare I venture too close to this joy.
Forbidden feeling.

To lay next to you and say the words:  " I love you."

Words whispering unto the sweet silence.

A shared glance as cells and genomes transpire and activate this beeting mortal chest.

Romance fills the air.
Your smell, like ambrosia; the scent to me.

I look to life once more.
Your sun beems in through the clouds.

Starring into each others eyes as I hold your hand close to me to know I'm not dreaming.

To savor and indulge these moments in deepest mellow pastures.

Speak not lest we spoil the serenity that still quells the doubt and uncertainty.

My mind wells with strong thoughts as our hearts thunder however rest assured and worry not because I love you.

The sword cuts deep into my mind as my soul swirls ascending through.

Deepening.

Be still though you quiver.

Hand and and as we lay and partake in the forbidden fruit.

Sustenance to this parched body and nutrients to this burdened mind.

You breath out as our passion flows and your mind cascades the walls that house our love.

An eruption of ecstasy.

Fire.

Take me on as your knight of glory.

You are the most of anything I want.

To lay here next to you, hand and hand as our troubles dissipate and expire.

I utter nothing more then "I love you".

Ascension burning out as the hallow being of our euphoria transcends.

Warmth blustery and bursting beyond this as the horses and chariots roll on and elude times bitter sweet passing.

Two souls collide to meet.
Providence transpires.

Feeling sparks.

Sunrise resin.

Starting like a pin ***** when our lips pressed.

Flows of emotion, lava, lights from with in and above.

I feel pain no longer.

All this you bring to me.
To feel again with in.

Sandy white beaches, beyond luna's smile.
Wreaths abound of all your favorite flora.
Palm spring coconut flowers bloom.

Love.

Hand in hand in perfect rythum.
So much I want to say but words continue to escape logic.
To see you smile as I look to you.
I never want to abandon this moment.

My heart beets.
Booming as waves crash, dissipate and return.

Endless.

Life springs deep in me.
Reborn again.
A happiness part of me never thought I'd live to have.

Myst among myth.

A passion courses through my veins, surging.

Two hearts joining in this dance.

Although the breeze is cool we lay nestled in cascading ******.
The sun sets to a purple hugh.
Blue moon. Prepossessing third feeling.

Echoing.

Sadate but never more alive.
Don't speak. Don't blink.
Speak no words just rest assured everything I feel now transcends time over mountains, below deepest oceans and raining above the sky and the stars.
I've never been more certain of anything when I say the words; I love you.

Stoic-perl.
Flames burn from a Cole pit.
Beds expand for you as the pain dissipates away.
Lift and dance away from your fears that wich brings you to your limits.
Walk on white Sandy beaches.
Hold my hand.
The sun and moon both smile for you.
Luminescent neon fires, expanding like veiny envertrbred fruit ever glowing as we embrace.
Just believe.
Corral sands swim past the ever long tears of joy that illuminate my eyes.
I look out.
Pride.
In my world I hold our child. A product of our love.
This child will breathe and swim never to know the sting of the pain of this world outside our eyes.
Held high.
To embrace.
Closer now.
To be with you my love.
Be awake.
Be free.
Breath. Just breath.
Joy.

Out walking. Still late night.
Houses and churches.
Yellow windows lighting temples of aquamarine stone.
Reliefs and statues looking oppon me.
Marry of marble white, give me strength.
I can't escape this burned out feeling.
I breath in and tell myself "everyone's different"

Everyone fears the ***** of Oakville.
No one cares and they all stay away.
He rusts and grinds in his pain.
Looking out only heightens his sorrow.
He ventures out only at night.
He dare not want or need.
A splinter in his troubled mind.
He dare not focus on that wich hurts him the most.
He can't let her in or even try to be seen.
Mind bound and bandaged with heartache and angst.
Deceit to him. Look away you fool.
No one will understand or even dare try.
That awfull ***** of Oakville.
Reaching out from the churches.
Dry leaves crunch under crippled feet.
Songs chime in his mind from better days as he sheds tears that burn with the ash of forgotten sunlight.
He wears a mask. Longing for love, for friends.
Companionship.
He wears the mask of the one you least understand.
To have the things in life and not be driven to cry out.
Daylight? a wife? children? Acceptance.
Ashamed.
The nasty ***** of Oakville. Moonlight will not smile oppon or suffer you.
Forgotten, denied and unloved.
The one you least understand.
Forgotten, denied, unloved and alone.

Prepoised and wide awake in my stance.
My heart sits as still as the rotating shining rock in my mind.
Pre jitter-jitters.

I won't rest until I know.
Perhaps a weaker man would know by now but a stronger man I have yet to be.

My chest pounds.
Be still. Rest.

My heartbeat still echoes through the mattress as I toss and turn.

Silence.

Stillness if just for a moment.
I will rest.

Our elders tell me not to get ahead of myself.
I've always been far too sensitive.
Heart on my sleeve.
What will you think? What will you feel? Why?

I want to run and hide from these thoughts.
Return to innocence.
Not feel like a clown inside.
Store these feelings.
You bring out the best and the worst in me making me smile on both counts.
I frequently dream of the day and the outpour of emotions.
Hand and hand you will help me learn as origami doves of peace and serenity take flight.

The world will see.
Notions continue to flow in my brain.
My friends all tell me that guys don't think like this but nothing makes me feel like a man more then seeing you look out from under that veil.

Here and now I need no stronger feeling.

We will rock this temple.
We will shake the earth.
If I only knew.

Be strong.

Love as long as time.
To have you by my side.
Will you take my hand?
Devoid of the worries of time? Time will only let me know.