Even at my age,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Languishing among towering clouds,
A lofty empire, lost kingdoms,
Perhaps a strange magical realm,
Thriving with dwarves and giants,
Maidens in towers awaiting rescue,
Where lone horse warriors wander,
Maybe observing us, far below.

Must be a poetic creative thing,
Or simply the child deep within,
Viewing through the eyes of the man,
Dreaming ancient days of long ago,
When the child yearned to be grown,
To know all there is to know,
Never appreciating escapism,
The chance to drift within time,
Ponder upon distant, aerial, worlds.

Or maybe I’m just a dreamer,
That and nothing more, hmm,
Telling myself, I am a poet,
A procrastinating creative spirit,
In love with the trappings of art,
The child asleep within wisdom,
Languishing among towering clouds,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Even at my age.

©Paul M Chafer 2015

I can't ******* breathe

she
is what she is meant to be,
she is the sensuality
of her femininity,
she
seeks beauty in all
she sees,
her essence is complex simplicity,
she
is contradictory,
she is all
that's satisfactory,
in her days
and in her dreams,
she
is lovely,
loving me,
she
is everything,
woman,
perfectly
a precious, priceless,
part of
me
that is
she.
_
Femininity
http://beautyineverything.com/4618419981

You smile and laugh,
Lightness incarnate.
I think about corrupting you.
I want to feel your skin sweat under my fingers, 
Watch your muscles clench.
I'd **** to bring a moan out of you,
Die to hear a grunt.
I want to taste your hostility,
Heated and ashamed.
I will rip your evil forth.
To see it spill through you,
Oh.
I bite my lip.
The levees are cracking,
I can see it in your eyes.

So brightly her flame burns for me,
and no one can hold a candle to it.
When she says my name I only seem
to be less and less able to handle it.

Yet still she bathes me in white hot light
and I am relentlessly pulled closer.
Like fascinated moths on a summer's night
stuck inside of a streetlight enclosure.  

I was upon her fire, cast deep into that flame,
illuminated from my old soul to the tip of my brain.

When out stretched for miles my shadow became,
everything I've put behind me, now swaddled in shame.

Out, she reaches,
to touch my hand.
But I'm all dried up
and turned to sand.

In, she breathes, all of those
ridiculously stinky green ounces.
And now I'm lost, I suppose,
in the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

Were I only a critter
then maybe I could've stayed with her,

forever trapped in a locket
or suffocating deep inside of her pocket.

"Hello" Yes it's late. No problem. Whats up? I'm okay. Don't cry, you should be happy under the Moonlight sky. You have noticed the Moon arisen?
Another night with your crying eyes
it keeps me realizing you made
a mistake leaving me.
Come over tonight with having your company
beside me.
Let us attract the Moonlight that's  burning
inside me.
Let's live our lives again of how it
used to be.
We can wish together to make it come
true.
Promise a list of things that will always please you.
Never again mention our past, to have one
life become two.
Wake up to the morning sun reflecting off
the outside boulders.
Flowing with Love as we get older.
Keeping fresh in my mind of being young,and
how i loved to hold her.
These are the things we should live for.
It's time for me to hang up this phone, and
have the Moonlight show you the way to my
home. Click. Accompanied with a dial tone."