To another era I travel In pursuit of all principle. Who knows what will unravel When finally, I reach the temple, Where all purpose is encapsulated In its dome of the all meaningful. The last frontiers, now contaminated From happenings, in the last life, full. Hopefully, before I’m obliterated I’ll contain what’s worth being.   Now I visit the razor whipping through of organdy and flesh, For the glory and gift of a lily...

  I have this secret tunnelthat goes from thebackofmyheart,disguised as a thick vein,down to my Womb. It's specialbecause it's hidden,curled into itselfAnd what you don't know is thatI feel you running,sliding right through it,IrreversiblyImmortallyevery day. It's vital,because it throbs when I miss you;when I think of you;when I touch myselftrying to find a trace of you on my skin...That's how I know I'm still alive. and...

Perhaps just the way that you said itPerhaps it was just what I heardPerhaps what you meantWas not what you saidOr I just read into your words Why must it be so confusing?Why can’t we say what we mean?Or when we doWe don’t recognize truthAnd imagine it some other way Sometimes I’m tired of listeningTo things that are said in my headIf I take face valueWhen I’m talking to you  What are chances that I’ll be misled? So promi...

It suddenly occurred to meI’m feeling a clichéWhat else can possibly explainPerceiving things this way? My arms are arms, and end in handsNot wings of gossamerI walk on ground and do not floatLike lepidoptera My heart, it beatsI hear it thumpBut seems to me it singsSurely that’s a neighbor’s musicCarried on the wind? The tingles on my bodyCould the cause be thatI’ve wandered now distractedly  Into a swarm of gnats? A grin...

What is Love? I often wonder to myself. Is it the long passionate kisses, or, the soft kisses for no reason? Is it her gaze, when she admires my curves, or, when she looks deep in my eyes? Is it the loud moans that echos through the night, or, the late night talks? Is it her voice, when she screams my name at the epoch of her orgasm, or, when she whispers sweet nothings in my ear, while falling asleep? Is it the nights of...

The gift. It was finally given. It was finally obtained, or was it? It was finally earned, or was it? I know not, what the gift means. The gift, does it change things? The gift, of love, of gratitude, of worth. The gift, is confusion. The gift, I have wanted for so long. The gift, I am unsure now. I know its meaning. I know its worth. I know its purpose. You decided it was time. Why now? What did I do? Was it even me? I a...

A Night so Amazing,That never wanted to End. A night everlasting,In my Heart.All the Planning,Paying off.Impressing the one,Who is dear.A fear, that never came.But was there,Instead Happiness ,Filled its' place.Happiness, that made,A night so special.Filling mine and hers,With Joy.Making everything worth While,Seeing that Smile,Seeing her Happy,Means the world to me.