How do I love

I see selfless love pouring forth from these old wounds which always pop up as metaphors for bleeding hearts and darts that left scars so deep that pierced me so mercilessly that when I sleep at night I cry as I wonder why I am in this trench from which I can peek over the... Continue Reading →

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Within a Metaphor

I sit within a metaphor, It holds me in its mind. I pour myself a glass of hope In love songs that I find.   I sing a verse of stolen time, And kiss the notes goodbye. Intoxicated on a word Of summer in your eyes.   I cry a tear and watch it burn ... Continue Reading →

Embrace

When closing my eyes to the noise and the din, of the molten hot turmoil that screams from within.   I place myself softly within your embrace, and allow scenes of daydreams, this storm to misplace.   We sit on a shore where the only sound heard is the hushed whispered waves and your silken,... Continue Reading →

I Need…

To wake in your arms, and not in my tears Sense as you whisper away all my fears Someone to take me, and take me you must, As your love slays my demons and turns them to dust. Soft urgent kisses, that promise your heart Touches that soothe me, not rip me apart. A voice... Continue Reading →

Drunken Heart

My heart got drunk last night. Yep. You heard me right. The wanton little harlot that she is. (She's really not...she's hopelessly devoted...still though) Doing whatever she pleases without any prior consultation with me and my needs. How dare she. Drunk on sweet love,  sloshed on sumptuous amor, inebriated on incomprehensible devotion.  Seriously.  Pissed out... Continue Reading →

Not in love

I'm NOT in love. Not "floating on air" Not craving your touch to caress me Right there. And I'm not what you'd call, "A poor, sweet love sick fool" 'cause I'm far too "me me" Out of reach (That's the rule) I don't melt at the sound of your voice Nope Not me I do... Continue Reading →

What will you do

What will you do with my tears Keep them in a jewellery box with gems and treasures , place them on your hand upon a ring forever? And what of my kisses. Will you trace them with your fingertips across your own soft lips and taste them like french vanilla licks the orchid off its... Continue Reading →

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