"Learn to understand the word 'Love' before you say it to someone."
What is love?It's much more than a wordFour letters longIt's powerful in many formsIt's often spokenBy people in many languagesBut some still don't understandIt's true meaningA fluttering heartbeatThose clammy handsA rush of blood insideButterflies in your stomachSome believe it's desireA few think...
In one version of the story,this was the night I lost you,where nothing about my heartcould surge through you anymore,registering only as a stranger's gaze.Your final touch was like a stone,cold screaming throughout mefrom the contact of one fingertip,it's why...
"I have all I need"
Together, all our love this night, was forour children’s dreams. Their tiny toys and bits of sweets,safely wrapped beneath our tree. Rewarded by their innocence,their joy of life,and their sweet repose. It warms my heart, and it warms yours, tooto give them all of those. Our family...
Paint your shadows with me now, the dark that slips through and sleeps embedded within, turn the pitch of that lustful cry to match the sound of my name. I won't dance around the subject, an animal in me tenses...
I was searching inside you, trying to quell your rage,we cannot take these fevers back,even though your naked skin canso easily pull away from mine,something inseparable mergedAnd surged within that first touch, all else becomes listless without your presence relentlessly...
"A poem dedicated to someone special"
You are like a songbird, chirping its song in the morning sun.I heard your call, and it lead me to you.You broke down the barriers,Smashed the wall that surrounded my broken heart.A heart surrounded in a wall of ice by...
"A continuation of a recent one"
Someone asked me to tellthe rest of this story,I can only give away the segments that remain.Some were scribbled overtoo many times with bleeding ink,some may have been burnedwithout me one autumn evening.I know that some of them flew offinto...
You once noted that there arehints of a dark side gleaming in me, that there is love in each touch, but they are choreographed with caution. As if restraint must battle instinct, keeping something so quietly caged. And I see...
Don't teach me any of this cartography yet,the chart is already yielding in quiet splendor,with prolonged subtle ques of consent and I want to remain lost inside you.You've reeled me from the edgeof where I almost forgot all language,this tongue,...
I only want the winter's cold to wrap around my every step, tonight is a mirror of when you and I first met. Stars blanketing the infinite above, each glowing point illuminated the way to find you again, some still...