When no one is looking
You pull and hold me into your arms
Into your bed
Savoring my kisses and caresses...that I usually hold back
Because its when no one is looking that I completely let go and give you all that I have
When no one is looking
You share your sweet words
Words that warm my heart, heat my chest
Words paired with touches from your fingertips that make me wet
When no one is looking I give into you
I devour and selfishly take all the bites I can
Knowing it drives you to the point you grasp my arms, flip me on my back...
And you begin to taste, bite, and drink of every sensuous sugar flavored bead of sweat
Sweet filled curves
Sangria flavored juices that seap through every pore
Through my vessel it pours
When no one is looking
We are in our own world
And even in a crowded room
The moment no one is looking
In that moment
Without even turning your way
I know you are staring
I feel your eyes embedding and digging their way into my flesh
Its a sensation that starts in my belly
Runs up my stomach, between my breast
Its the thoughts manifesting your hands clenching and pulling at my chest
All this, in the moment when no one is looking
A slight quick moment
We lock our eyes
Both lighting up
Both feeling the heat we know we will be in...later tonight
When no one is looking

As He And I take a dip into each others solar eclipse  
He sips from my faucet that drips
and not the one located between my thick thighs and hips
but from the truth that flows from the softness of my lips.
In that moment he Indulged in Truth's kiss.
As he was overcamed by a state of bliss.
Thats when He knew That God must Exist.
Now to him I say this.......
"Lets Go beyond Us
As I allow you Undress my Conscious
Make love to my thoughts
As you diminish my distraughts
Lick my intelligence to taste the saccharine nectar of my Essence
As I give you this mental *******
You will be headed in the right direction
And there will be no need for a ****** for our protection
Just dive into my purely unadulterated love and affection
Make your understanding stand at attention
Stick your knowledge in my head's dimension.
Giving me all its been missing
as I not only hear but Inventively listen.
Love me good and so deep
That upon me your heart begins to seap
And My my eyes begin to weap
Make my cerebellum ****** until it reaches its peak.
Keep going deeper until you hear all the words I dont speak.
Have you found the Subtance in which you seek?

See into the depths of my soul until you see A light of shimmering glittering Gold.
Touch my psyche with a gentle caress.
Until you uncover the glory of my nakedness.

now its spiritual fire burning with Red hot flames from within inscreasing my soul's desire.

I let him see the quintessential part of me that in just a short time I had courageously bared.
And He allowed me to breathe in the fresh air from his atmosphere
As I tasted his words like freshly cut herbs
And He explored all my bountiful roads to learn all my turns and curves
As he Disect my unwritten literature to understand my creative verbs.
We fly beyond the clouds like 2 lovebirds.
I have become the many pages of his diary
As he shares his most private moments between him and me so secretly.
I feel like my my world is being pulled into his force of gravity.

And yet the question I ask is,"Is he into me?"
But I can already answer that by his his energy.
While he's staring into my eyes endlessly.
My universe has been shaken by the waves of his charismatic frequency.
As we are luxuriating in our Unfiltered Raw level of Intimacy.

Collating rain drops on the window
can I just say its beautiful,
creating a pattern, feeling of safety at home.
Amazement of  the drops being separate,
then how it forms into a pool together as one
How individual rain drops have colours,
trying to stand out before they fall.

We are like these rain drops,
we shine before we fall,
We pool together as a community,
We also fall serperate away from it all.

Just like these raindrops we are on the other side,
Looking out instead of in it,
looking through instead of seeing,
gliding on the windows with the feeling of no meaning.
But just like these raindrops we can pool together,
to seap through the window,
to create a puddle,
In a gloomy world.

I think if I hurt enough.
I could write forever.
The blood is the words on the page.
With all names drawn in the skin of every girl or soul or body I've written in.

I'm just trying to make something beautiful. Make something that makes me happy.

Seeing these people in the world I live.
I know it's not real.
I know that I'm just music in flux but a different metal designed into the fabric of complexes sewn into  the crystals.

I can't sniff from my nose now. Cuz I'm 26
That's too old.
Not old enough to die.
And you're never old enough to die. Nor young enough to live.

Beer by beer we walk the streets in new lights.
All the cities offer new drains to seap into and breathe damp clusters of anathema.
Gaining asthma.


The loss from living is your lungs.
Breathing in is worth the pain of the silica of sniffing the grass spicules after a rain.

Chewing our way through cellulose and evolution of carnassials.

his bed was cold
and made of tombstone
and his sheets were starchy and made my skin crawl..

but
i still layed in the grave he dug for me
and
i shut off the lights in my head
And I sealed my eyelids shut with ice
so the rivers of emotion wouldn't seap through.
he had bought my skin for the night
he had bought my soul
so I layed there  
trying to dream up an excuse to escape the reality of his skin on mine
and
In my dream
I had built a house
a really pretty house
out of sticks and stones that can't break my bones
and in a place where the sun always shined
but now that I'm waking up
the woods rotting and there's maggots in the floor boards
from all the girls innocence that you murdered here
and all the walls and doors that I built up
you tore down
how am I supposed to hide
from a monster like you
In a place reduced to wood chips..?
And now since all the ***** hit the fan
and youre six feet under my skin
do you mind telling me
why you call your bed your tombstone
while you're very much alive and breathing
and i'm the one left dead?

Oh honey, you're so juvenile,
But even with your childish ways,
You cannot bare a smile.

Oh honey, you made me weep,
But now not a drop of remorse
do I seap.

Oh sweetheart, you play your game,
But what from this
do you gain?

You made me chuckle, you made me cry,
But now all I do is wonder why?

now your absence makes me dance,
because oh, honey ***,
I am no longer in your trance.

I am awake, living
I can hear the birds outside my rusted window,
I open my eye, cheek squished against my pillow
I catch a glance of the world outside these 4 walls that hold the fluctuation of emotions inside of me
" Another day ", I think to myself.
The smell of coffee brewing gives me the will to crawl out of bed,
The element of living, how rare for the average human being
The warmth of my home reminds me of the small blessings life has given me,
As the days pass me, I peel off the callus that has surrounded my heart,
I have been given another chance. A new opportunity.
I sip my coffee,
Ah, the warmth on my lips,
I feel it seap down my throat burning just enough for me to enjoy it,
" I am whole again".

Maybe the reasons are multitudes of many
Maybe the purpose of this path connecting is far too grand for just one thing
Maybe the worlds apart come close
Wrap in rhyme and swallowed in rhythm
To show this little girl that there is more then this

Maybe

Maybe this intertwined time is to guide the blind and haphazard to really see that which has been right in front of her eyes

Maybe that is what this is all for
You see me in my broken disconnect
Fighting to hide the hurt that lies deep behind my eyes
Passionate disconnect is still disconnected

Piecing back the pieces, with jagged edges and not enough glue
Maybe that's you
The sticky, free-flowing magic that's quickly filling in all the in betweens

The little light leaks that let the great seap
To all the wrong places
What does it feel like to be filled up?
Teach me to top off my overflowing cup

Feed me and my starving mind
Show me that true love is real
Help me explore the rest of this divine
I've waited so long to truly feel
This

My mind is ignited in a new creative flow
Doors blown open to let me
wander, or maybe I'll follow
Where ever you may go

A true love story grander then my imagination could create on my own

Maybe this is what I've been waiting for

You are my sleepless nights
You're my 2 am cigarette
I lay myself down and you seap in
Your sent lingers in my pillows
And wakes my soul as it travels through..
Your eyes branded on the walls around
They watch as you tear through my tired body
I feel your smile sending twisted chills to all nerve endings
You run marathons inside my head as I try to still...
And I give in to you
Staring at the ceiling watching the time pass feeling the sleepless nights rising with the sun
Your the ringing in my ears when all is silent
You're all of the mistakes I want to make
But until I meet you.
You'll remain just another sleepless night ceiling staring dying to dream and rest my eyes

I gave him so much importance.
I felt it to be so special - calling him.
That time.
Something I used to do from my place.
From far away.
From a different station.
He loved me - I thought.
He might be living me.
Or may be not..
I don't know..
I want a heart that holds mine
gently and lovingly-
for independence to live in,
for love to seap in,
for sadness to die,
for rivers to sound right,
for gloomy days to glow,
for darkness to blow,
for the air to sing
of how sparrows swing,
how dead autumn leaves ain't signifying love
and true lovers always rise above
the ridges, the pitholes,
the ditches below
the anger
and disappointments mellow.

Three hundred miles of skin displayed upon its honorable division
layered upon the fray
bring me in.
I never once knew your kind
they stayed among the corners of rye

Yet I hope to seap you in

There a piece of me that's missing
I'm not sure how to begin
but there a piece of me missing
It's lost with no way to retrieve it
It's missing in the endless sea that is me
trying to be someone i'm not
I've gotten so lost
I feel like I've just tossed
my life right out of the window  
there's a piece of me missing
I can feel my heart break as I breathe
all the while the world keeps turning
and the piece of me keeps yearning
forever lost in the sea that is me
do we ever look deeper
deep enough to see
what's missing inside you and me
there's a piece of me missing
I can't but weep
let a little tear seap
to grieve the lost
of something so pure
that I feel has been thrown on the floor
there's a piece of me missing
as my heart beats louder
and memories become cloudier
there a piece of me missing
do you ever look inside
truly deeply inside
or are you scared of what you will find ?

I gave him so much importance.
I felt it to be so special - calling him.
That time.
Something I used to do from my place.
From far away.
From a different station.
He loved me - I thought.
He might be living me.
Or may be not..
I don't know..
I want a heart that holds mine
gently and lovingly-
for independence to live in,
for love to seap in,
for sadness to die,
for rivers to sound right,
for gloomy days to glow,
for darkness to blow,
for the air to sing
of how sparrows swing,
how dead autumn leaves ain't signifying love
and true lovers always rise above
the ridges, the pitholes,
the ditches below
the anger
and disappointments mellow.

give cadence to the simple
life to the seeker
with words through accordance toward the meek
long for words whispered in the dark
deep calls onto deep
the temptess shall seap
shelter lies dormant onto its beckoning call
with a heart capable of magic
the black cat in the road
peal away the dross
a tiff or tatt

pray tell how far we have moved through sound
clearance to want me around
temperate
all my sins were laid at his feet

a beg or two then get too deep
stand still & repeat