Moments

"When did you first realise you loved me?"  

   
I always have a hard time answering my lady that question    
because I never knew a time I didn't love her  
from the first moment we talked  
briefly getting to know each other    
before I had to leave briefly to get ready for work
when I returned; walking up that pavement next to the road    
seeing her smiling there  
this was just one of many special moments   
   
there are times that stand out    
like the first time we kissed    
we closed our eyes and bumped teeth    
after a good laugh we decided to try again   
the second kiss was so much more amazing  
afterwards I knew I would want no other  
   
there are too many moments to speak of  
so I'll say the "moments" I realise I love her  
is every day I wake up  
when I look over to see that pretty face  
I fall in love with her every second of everyday  
and when I look deep into her eyes  
I can't even tell who loves who more  

it's the fucking best kind of feeling ever

Unparalleled Dimensions

I saw beautiful slightly darker than hazel eyes,

Sunlight bouncing off sexy blonde hair tips underneath a dark hat,
Perfect porcelain teeth completed the image,
But image has only so many dimensions,
I wanted to know all her dimensions through and through  

When we first talked,
That smile hit me so welcoming,  
Talked briefly but later continued for hours about goals and interest 
Reminded me of a time of sweet innocence, 

I fell in love with her kindness 

I could have touched her body all day 
But for some reason this felt so secondary,  
With the wind blowing, 
The sun now disappeared after sinking, 
So was my heart, 
I didn’t want to say goodbye, not even for one night, 
I went to sleep hoping I would dream of her,

We held hands the next meeting 
Her smile hit me so welcoming 
Talked for hours about childhood 
Reminded me of a simpler time 
I fell in love with her on a deeper level  

I used to feel so rotten, 
The first week after meeting her and I got to know her, that brought me back to reality  
Showed me that I still have reason, 
Her image is nothing less than a work of art 
But what made me realize I was in true love 
Was the first time I woke up to her drooling on my pillow 
Makeup running down her face 
I was staring, thinking she was just as beautiful as the day we met.

Learning To Walk & Fly

Experiencing distance travelled 

making stronger the commitment 
this glue 
the bond holding 
happiness in place 

Like lovers entwined in friendship 
me and you 
Always to be smiling 
when walking hand in hand.

I've allowed some fluttering 
my ground is weakened I say 
though you'd throw that out of 
loves court 
marked as case dismissed 
Your free to go 

So yes I'll flutter 
It's what I do 
And you being you 
Well.. 
You being you 
smoothing out my plumage 
Encapsulating the moment perfectly 
along with the fears before 
being thrown far far away 

Till only the fluttering of love 
Seen heard and wanted as we 
both learn to fly once more.

Love Letter 06

It's not far back 

But it started with our late nights and early morning conversations. 

The random occasions that turned into night caps of psychology with the hope of physical penetration is what intrigued me. 

At first I only wanted to know you on a platonic level. 

I want us to feel something different. 

Something surreal. 

Because the truth is baby, when you speak 

I get a little weak. 

Not just the regular to the bones weak...

The vibrating waves of your voice sends my adrenaline into a rush of multiple frequencies 

It causes me to have premature ventricular contractions. 

Meaning you make my heart skip beats 

With your knowledge and vast vocabulary I can bet you already knew that. 

But in other words I wanted us to have soul sex. 

Nothing physical just yet. 

Our bodies to touch but with clothes on because you haven't been fully naked until you've allowed your fears to be exposed. 

Understand this isn’t a sexual prose, I suppose. 

I want this poem to reroute the superficial sexual game that others have played with you. 

Tonight my only intentions are for us to get high 

But not with herbs even though that would be great. 

I want us to be faded with nouns and verbs that speak life as I ignite this erratic twelve play because the foreplay is just for play hehehe. 

Get it? 

I know you do. You smart.

Eargasms that constrict our minds let our spirits bind from the moments when I forgot to pull out by not realising I was coming on too hard. 

No need for protection when we experience the cerebral stimulating erections from the raw intercourse of sedated discussions.

Imagine the eruptions you’ll experience when you vibe off me. 

Can you feel it yet? No? 

Maybe a little deeper is where i need to go. 

I need for you to feed me your thought process so I can taste your emotions 

If this poem had a body you would be the brain. 

So let me investigate your introspection by interviewing every centimetre of you 

Reaching the climactic nude of this conversation by deep stroking into your deepest seas so I can see exactly what lies inside a divine intellectual mind 

You will make the seven wonders wonder where they went wrong 

Even I, you've made discovered words I never knew I could use all along. 

A love for poetry we share that's so vividly deep even the four oceans will be jealous of its depth. 

I want us to be in depth with each other. 

I want my thoughts to wrestle with your feelings and your questions play hide and go seek with my answers. 

Oh please, suffocate me with your beauty 

Ravish me with your glorious laughter so I feel the sensations from two individuals making fun with the hope and prayer of happily ever after. 

I want us to stargaze under Jupiter’s, well that's too far, so earth's moon as we stare into the solar system trying to combine our souls with this miraculous system. 

Let’s touch each star as we track down a meteor shower and shower each other with laughs for hours until you’ve fallen asleep on my chest 

And the best part of it all will be watching you sleep 

Because as you lay here on my chest

I have dreams about your dreams 

Then realise how jealous I am because your dreams can see parts of you that I’m still dying to meet. 

So if I am someday privileged to make this come true, you must allow me to fall in love with you all over again

Chemistry Found Without Searching

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=HZH-vZf8YEc

Yiruma - River Flows In You, please listen while reading... 

  

I found a new love 

She is not my first love but may be the last 

That I'll ever need 

If I bleed 

It might just come out as roses 

If she bleeds 

I'll be breaking noses 

And If she needs 

I'll do my best to please 

Sometimes it would seem 

As if the chemistry that alters me 

Upon doing so controls me also, 

It takes my will in its hands, 

My destiny becomes it's whim, 

So much so that I personify it 

Into something greater than me, 

But that I know does exist 

And I think:

 

That if I already turned it into a person 

And I have granted it power over me, 

That it can still go further. 

And I sing a song to that chemistry, 

That I hope it be only one with yours, 

That it go and that it come, 

That it synchronises us, 

That it finally debunks the coincidence, 

That it vanishes the intrigue, 

That so kills me, 

For I think that your elements, 

And mine, 

Really complement each other, 

Yet I cannot affirm it 

With certainty. 

I'll keep a delusion, 

An illusion, 

That's worth more than a belief. 

I'll keep a justbecause, 

I'll keep a lie; 

The chemistry I shall blame 

For this, for me, for you, for all.

But hey...

Even the magnificent moon 

displays insecurity 

in the presence of your beauty; 

on some nights, 

it sees you, 

and refuses to show it's face 

To My Smile Keeper:

God has given me a precious gift in you. 

And, because you’re the one I love and care about, 

Now, more than ever, 

I want you to know 

The depth of that love. 

Not merely in words of endearment, 

But in ways 

That will really matter to you. 

Like in all the little acts and gestures 

That show you how much I really care. 

But, more than this, 

I want you to trust in my love for you, 

And for you to always know 

And can depend on 

That my loving arms will be 

Available to you, 

Anytime, for solace and refuge. 

And that you can rest assured 

That I will want, always, to try to satisfy 

Your deepest desires and needs. 

And yet, 

Most of all, 

I want to give to you 

My precious gift— 

The gift of time. 

The time I will dedicate to you 

So that I may be your 

Companion, comforter, guide and friend and lover.

And, give you my commitment 

That will always encourage or console you 

Especially when you are most in need. 

I want, simply, nothing but the best for you, 

And for you to always know 

You are loved, valued and cherished, 

Even when you may fall short 

Of my expectations, 

Or when, sometimes 

Our moods may get the better of us. 

And more importantly 

That you can trust me 

With your love. 

That I will not misuse or abuse it 

Knowing that our relationship 

Will flourish through 

All of the hard times, 

No matter what happens or comes our way. 

All in all, 

I am giving myself to you, 

Because I want you to feel 

Way down deep— 

That you are 

More nourished and more loved 

Than you could ever have dreamed. 

For nobody, my love, 

Will ever love you— 

Like I will. 

FROM THE ONE, 

WHO LOVES YOU. 

More every single time!

Every time I see you You're always more beautiful With an extra glow in your smile And even more depth in your eyes (I still fall into them every time.) After we embraced and parted to leave I kept turning around to sneak a peek Of your absolutely incredible body And I caught you turning to look back at me And my heart beated faster And harder And warmer than ever It's dancing right now Just at the memory And at the prospect Of seeing you.

An ode to that kind of Beauty

She’s beautiful, 

that fun kind of beauty. 

The kind of beauty that drags me laughing by her side 

Electric, 

a 9-volt battery to my tongue. 

Blonde, brunette, or whatever who cares what fucking colour 

for I feel she brings them all out with ease. 

How can I refuse 

that kind of pulse 

that finds my own. 

That sync, 

And sweet unsuspecting syncopation 

to a something I really want 

to get to know. 

That kind of beauty 

needs to be explored. 

So I'll stop. 

Hear her heart 

Shut out the noise 

Take her hand. 

and just...

let 

her be.

Tale of Once upon a time

Tale of Once upon a time   

There was a woman that caught my eye   

We spent the day exchanging phrases   

Words aligned like old familiar faces   

We came to find that space and time   

Did not exist between our lips   

I knew hers and she knew mine   

  

We kissed;   

Both meeting of the mind and lips   

And as we intertwined   

Our lines began to shift   

To find an unexpected twist   

In this; our once upon a time   

  

Two parts a drift   

Two halves that fit   

My brokenness is part of her   

The part that makes her whole again  

Her brokenness is half of me   

The half I need to be complete   

Two parts a drift   

Two halves that fit   

She is mine and I am hers   

  

This isn't where the story ends   

This is where it all begins   

Once upon a time   

Two halves a drift and then collide   

Now I am hers and she is mine

Woman Behind A Mask

Her silky deception 

pulls seductively 

words of truest devotion, 

words I yearn to hear 

As I step through 

black ink swallows me,

grotesque trap she has laid 

soul drains, turning hollow 

A haunting melody plays through my soul 

"Hey you, lost one, show me the way" 

how can I show you out 

when I am her prey?

To the woman in the mask 

who pretends she is nice 

behind slammed doors, 

facade falls, heart of ice 

Woe me at first 

you do it so well, 

loosen my reins of control 

welcome to my hell 

Dejavu forever slams my chest 

dance of ancient times

when she pulls off the mask...

The demon whispers: "you are mine"