Into the Void

Humiliation...
Stings
Quietly Strengthening the Meek
While, Robbing the Sanguine Soul
Accidental or Deliberate...
Disguise the Face
From which I Breathe...
Humiliation Stings

Transform...
Transcend...
Translate the Convaluded Jibberish
Audaciously Unveiled as Truth
"Hallmark" the Life
From Which I "Create"
Exploit the Light I Seek

Intangible, Unconditional,
Translucent Bond of Love
Meet Me Half Way...
Warm this Sensitive, Sappy Soul
I Have Conjestively Been Blessed With
And Guide Me to the Shore
Caress my Ill-placed Ego...
And Take Me Home

I Love...

I Love the Aromatic Mist of Sugar
Baking...Frying...
Moulting Over a Hot Pathetic
Piece of Kitchen Gadgetry

I Love the Sweet Glistening Glide of Honey
as it Gravitates towards the Tender Tip
of My Tea Laced Tongue

I Love the Titilating Thrill
of Sexual Tension
as it Levitates my Scrupulous Soul

I Love the Accidental Epiphany
of Absolute Awareness

I Love the Misplaced Movement
of Teeter Time

I Love the Eminent Light...
that is You

Lover

Mighty, Flighty Mandarin of Maples
Lay Your Truth on the Table
Dark, Wretched and Stench-filled
As it May be
Release the Self Deprecating Paragon
And Spew
Remove the Family Doilies
And their Condescending Odor
Crack the Window
And Breathe
Denote the Freedom
From Which You Fell
And Fly
Again...
Glide With the Glorious Movement
of Passion