Rider of storms;
Holder of questions;
With answers that thwart;
Yet a traveler of rainbows;
A dreamer of dreams;
A passionate master;
Ripped at the seams;
A tattooed prince;
Admired from afar;
By one crazy maiden;
Of that I am sure!
I barely know you and yet;
I tell you all the secrets in my head.
It’s not Love, just a reach;
A cry to the moon for what I seek.
Its lust for sure, I miss the touch;
Of strong arms as passion surmount.
I cannot gaze into your eyes;
Nor can I hold your hand.
Yet your voice call to me in your words.
Such nonsense, yet here I am.
Singular moment in time.
Memories waft in to stir.
A smile to the lip….frown to the brow.
Singular moments in time.
Strung together to write a life.
A life you love…or a life you change.
Moments are but passing time.
To be filled in the pursuit of love
Love of work, of man, of beast…of you.
Neurons connect, intertwine.
Light up the senses, brighten the eyes.
Chasing that which cannot be caught.
Sweet little pill, a nectar from Gods?
Surreal interaction, it’s never enough.
We make love in my dreams, to the sound of the waves.
Morning light comes and it’s you that I crave.
Just out of reach, time after time.
This dragon is tiresome yet needs to be fed.
Just another hit, One more time….the end?
Pinocchio syndrome, bedded in lies.
This almost reality, turns in my head.
Bleeding heart is hungry to feel.
It gives me nothing and yet it’s a fact.
Just enough rope to hang my old self.
Time ends, distance fades;
Colors blend, 50 Shades.
Whip on the altar, blood cum stains;
Raging surrender, just lust remains.
What is the answer; to this abscess of lies;
Stop gate to anger; self righteous pain.
Engulfed in the master, his word the law;
Garrulous need, to ecstasy claw.