She discovered me in the darkness, coming to me wrapped in alluring music and undulating waves of red and blue light, she burst into me with a beckoning and a proposal to envelope her in all that was and all that ever would be beautiful in the universe. So I jumped, Fears falling away, Her soul enthralling enchanting, calling to my own that I had forgotten, and I fell and fell and fell.
She’s my mystic, my medium, my witch, and my fortunes come home to rest in arms wide open
I took you to the movies at the mall because I wanted to show you some fun.
I could feel the sadness in you and wanted to show you a bit of me. I’m all about going to the movies. I wanted to show you the magic of them, you never grew up in that world, you didn’t see that world the way I did. So I brought you into mine with all the eye wideness I could muster.
I liked you sitting next to me in the movie theater, sharing a first time experience of a new story unfolding on the screen, my friend, my lover, my soon to be girlfriend, then a fiancee, then a wife whether I knew it all or not, you were my destiny coalescing.
When we left the movie theater I pointed at the Merry Go Round and said let’s go for a ride, you smiled and didn’t know what to say.
I put a bright big gold metal token in your hand and led you to the gate where the man took your token.
You had fun picking out what type of an animal you would ride on. I think I picked a frog.
I took a picture of you smiling as you posed for me on your horse.
Then you and I took off and went around and around, and up and down….
I think perhaps I delight in you,
simply because there is a bite in you
a something quite not right with you
In the many fluid ways of you.
You draw me in with all kinds of sin,
but this poor delicate body can only
take so much abuse,
the fear is the itch that I scratch,
as it beckons
I answer, I bleed and bruise
my soul and mind continually
playing the fool of a tool
where your ways rule
ever move
of the day when we play
in decadent forays
of searing sensual
delights.
I meander down a shadowed road
upheaved, trees overturned and strewn about in my way, as a soft bird calls in the distance, beckoning me away.
It’s always the destructive, mingled with the mundane with you.
Drawn to mischief as the moth’s ass
is to a searing flame.
Who’s to blame in this story of us then?
Which of us needs to be grabbed and shaken, to fucking change
to learn to love “properly” in the mind
as the hand still explores the pain.
People are never simple.
All crying onions. Layer upon layer.
Until Time is forgotten.
I gotta tell you guys
something,
there’s this girl I got married
to…a redhead
just October last.
A little sexiness
wrapped all up
in spontaneous fun
like a toy gun
that you don’t
know when its about to go off
BOOM!
Getting me all undone,
my god she’s been the one
since the beginning
of the meet up
Eyes dark and delicious,
kind and genuine.
Extraordinaria
That’s Spanish for extraordinary,
now I lavish her with the
extra ordinary
whenever we go out
Cuz, she started as my Princess
and I made her my Queen
And she know who the King be,
especially in bed,
where she can just Be
with me, as she let’s
me take the lead
sending her to a little slice of
heaven.
Empathically deep
Evolved intentionally
beyond the word weak
that life
tried to pin to
her early.
She grew and she climbed
always seeking
the sublime
She bled and she wept
she endured
She flew beyond the
bonds of other’s
dead expectations
and found her
own song to sing.
I knew she was a
woman I could I fall in
love with,
was my final thought
After
she walked out the door
of our first meetup.
with me wearing, I’m sure
a boyishly sad grin,
wondering if I would ever
see her again
Let me close my eyes
and softly sink
into you,
my mind intertwininng,
weaving
amongst
your own tangledness.
I wish to sift through your dreams,
pushing away the debris
to see all the fallen wishes
and struck down desires.
I wish to ride the sorrowful
storms of a life stolen,
lost to the whims of the
Others, those demons
which rode you down and snatched
it all away, laughing,
as if your pain
was just a game.
I want to see all of it,
each and every dream,
everyone,
witnessing it with you
in a tight embrace.
Holding you, I would whisper
that it will all
be alright,
For you are home now,
and your dreams are
safe for I hold them
as dearly as I hold
you now and until
the end of
all time.
Your pretty face was
not an image in my head.
You were non-existent;
invisible in my reality.
Then right in front
of me, you shone
like a day
that never knew light.
You popped in gloriously
and I could not look away.
How many turnings of the Earth,
how many cycles of the Moon
have gone by since that fateful date
of our conjunction?
You were magic found that night,
a treasure uncovered, a beacon
in a blanket of fog as
I held you tight,
dancing,
the music playing,
me dissolving into you.
Now you are ever present,
you sit in my mind
Never moving an inch
for I hold you fast in me.
For the lover you are now.
For the friend you will always be.
I like to think on the not so long ago,
when the Universe
brought your brightness
to me, and that I never want
it to leave.
There are certain songs that you must
listen to the words,
really listen,
while others songs
you can simply tap
a foot to and let your
soul get lost in the rhythm of.
People are like that also;
you either get lost in them
or sit and listen,
really listen, and both ways
are equally important.
She says she wants to go before me
because she says she’s not strong
enough to see me go.
She often casually calls me darling
from across the room
likes we’ve always been.
She pulls the positive from me
and pushes the negative away that
at times I let invade.
Whether in darkness or light
she takes my hand knowing
I will protect her in an instant
She seeks to know my day
whether it’s mundane or magical,
she seeks the knowing of me.
She often asks what was the best
part of my day, and my answers vary,
but I never say what I should,
that it’s the drive home in knowing
I’m going to see you.
It’s not easy for me to love.
Distance is my friend, for closeness
lets the hurt creep in.
Yet, I wish her close.
I want her near.
I want everything she
has to offer
I want all her tender
ways.
Often, it’s hard to trust what’s true,
when it’s wanted so badly it
sometimes leaves you feeling
a damn fool.
I know her love is rich and as
warm as the dark coffee and sweet cream
in my cup.
So I drink her down, down, down
and she picks my tired soul up
from the ground that I had been
laying on.
She’s my Nature, she’s my Sun, a
a field of flowers which clings
to me that I roll in until
the dawn comes.
I can’t catch her lightning, and
wouldn’t want to try,
She’s finally escaped that bottle,
the lids far flung
I’m just trying to keep up
with her escape
as she runs.
I’m not worried,
I know her eyes will always
find me as I know her gaze seeks
only my own.
I love her truly,
as true as she loves
me, and I would be the
fool to ever
wander away from such a
passionate love that
has all my
affections for all the
time that life
has left for us
to be.
