isn’t just about slowing down the pace or whispering “I love you” while looking into your lovers eyes.

Making love isn’t planned, it just happens.

Making love is the loudest silence you’ll ever hear.

Making love is more than two people, it’s two plus two souls.

Making love contains a lot of ingredients but is simple to make.

Making love will have you smiling for days.

I was forgetting what making love is like so I had to remind myself

• reflect any light that shines upon you
• chase after only the brightest star
• always keep the best parts of you hidden
• play with the ocean
• don't respond to hoots or wolf-whistles
• disappear completely at least once a month

I think that you loathe me; wish curses upon my head
I can hear you now as you scream your obscenities to my name
Just because you know I can see you twitch and squirm
I'm waiting to witness the end of your doomed survival game

I may quite likely live on awhile longer
Still kicking and running while you sink and die
This brings me a power I can't help but to hold over you
There's not a thing I could do though, and my words are without lies

It was the divine creator who made you exist as my underlying *****
And I've no responsibility for my superior advantage
Never though, would you be capable of maintaining the tiniest semblance of control over me
Perhaps it's due to my choice made some days ago, and because I have been digging my ditch...?

I see no reason I shouldn't insist on finding enjoyment in all of this
For once I'm not the weaker being, and it's a long-standing dream coming true
Nor have I forgotten your fleeting moment of success, and feel peace knowing you'll never have another chance to hurt me ever again
Now a toast to my victory, and a toast to your demise, for we're arrived at the precise time for the ending of stage blue...

...I win by my perseverance's sweat, for I did as I was instructed to, and spent the necessary years required digging my own ditch...

The moon has become a dancer
at this festival of love.
This dance of light,

This sacred blessing,
This divine love,
beckons us
to a world beyond
only lovers can see
with their eyes of fiery passion.

They are the chosen ones
who have surrendered.
Once they were particles of light
now they are the radiant sun.

They have left behind
the world of deceitful games.
They are the privileged lovers
who create a new world
with their eyes of fiery passion.

What then will man become
but the lengthening shadows
dancing along the edge of the sun
and when the day is done..
will it have been worthwhile
will those moments we took in the hook of the light
become more than the minutes that look into the night
or will we die
with your name on our lips?
Will you smother me in the pillows that slip through the fingers that want me to touch and you want me as much as I wanted you
Is this what the dancing of shadows will do
as they pass
do you dance with the light
did I do it all right
did it make you want to kiss me and hold me in your arms would you enfold me
would that I told you I loved you
but that's not what men do
and who is the loser
who chooses the wrong road
and the load that we bear
would not be heavy if only you were there
and where am I
where?

I would try everything
If not for the fact that it's too late.
So I won't bother
It would just be a waste of time.