just a thought – 3

just a thought – 3

if I gave you my heart

would you share your mind

if you stay

if you stay

rest your pain upon my pillow
as i undress your every tear
until our unfulfilled dreams
get tangled between the sheets
then as fingers entwine
i will serenade your scars
before making love
to each painful memory
if you stay
tomorrow I will wake up
to the dawn of your eyes
tonight, hearts will dance
as we spoon our way
to eternity

journey

journey

i long to journey
the canals of your essence
to reach the frontiers of your soul
where I would compose
symphonies in your hair
write tender poems of love
cherishing you with every metaphor
that breathes inside of me
and should you not share my passion
I would die upon the lost shores
of your virginity
‘til the currents sweep me out to sea

if we had a song

if we had a song

super hero

sunsets

if you were my canvas

if you were my canvas

if you were my canvas
i would paint
sunsets in your hair
in hopes of awakening
to the promise
of your dawn

the geometry of you and me

Back in October I wrote The Theory of You and Me.

Now, that we are home schooling, it is the perfect time to cover……

the geometry of you and me

i long to discover the point
where your soul intersects with mine
to share an intimate tango
along the line romance dissects
bliss and melancholy
as I find myself lost
in the curves of your femininity
a beautiful world of simplicity
the geometry of you and me
it’s easy to comprehend
true love is a circle
it has a beginning
it knows no end……….

I chose this image because I melt for brunettes.
But then again, red heads drive me absolutely insane.
Oh, and blondes…….

Anyone noticing a pattern here?

love never ends at goodbye

love never ends at goodbye

her words linger
like a spirit
who doesn’t realize she’s dead
haunting my soul
hanging in my heart
like hardened stalactites
in a cavern of eternal sighs
where I am forever lost
dying a thousand slow deaths
when you fall for a poet
love never ends at goodbye

Regarding the image: Oh those stockings….. (Hey, hey, no funny comments. Superman has his kryptonite, I have mine).

Fragments of Me – (What Do You Want To Be?)

Fragments of Me

(What Do You Want To Be)

What do you want to be?

An unfair question to ask a six-year-old raised in an abusive home.

Many nights, the cracking of a belt on flesh preceded his mother’s cries. Squeezing a pillow around his head, he struggled to sleep.

When teachers complained about him sleeping in class, it triggered an unbreakable cycle of abuse.

When the violence came out from behind closed doors, there was no reason to fear monsters under the bed. Not when you lived with one.

What did he want to be?

One terrifying evening as he watched a fist strike his mother, that little boy decided what he didn’t want to be.

Photo of me (during my childhood modeling days)