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"

Back To Track Number Four

You are my foundation of chaotic thought 

The legitimate cause of my disquiet 

And I haven’t decided yet whether this is a bright day 

Or rains that intend to plant forests in my lungs. 

You’ve moved over my chest 

Leaving train tracks in your wake. 

Where are you going? 

Has my right rib told you about the 

Conundrum of my heart or not? 

Because that station hasn’t been open for service ever, 

No-vacancy signs are imbedded in my hands 

And I’m so sorry you were previously injured...trying, to unhinge the gates keeping you out. 

I had heard once that it was in the nature of stars to cross 

And I’d wonder sometimes what other shapes that burden takes 

Her face used to come to mind, 

But somewheresomehowsomeway, your face imposed right over hers 

This wasn’t supposed to be a poem about you 

This wasn’t supposed to be an honest opening  

But I can’t stop whispering 

I love you