Slow Motions

In each blankness of my mind
Let the numbness of time
Yet the grief of my heart
Aggravates painfully
Eating my very being
Rotting the core of my soul

My soulmate leaves me
In wait for an endless longing
Hurting my mind but
This body remains strong
Hoping it breaks, disintegrates

Into minute particles I wish
The steady wind would carry
With it the pain and the suffering
I so embracing

Where come to, my love
You leave me counting the time
In slow motions of every second
As I see blindly lest
Think painfully to
Thee love endlessly

Her Ashen

Wretched and scorn
this body dissolves
in an air full of heat
surrounding the human form

Particles fly molten in the sky
droplets of rain pouring in vain
where do your things
fall in their place
embraced, caressed, and subdued?

And she who finds it
takes it and binds it
will touch the martyr of hearts
surface the happiness
the glow of her soul
and gives her a brand new form

Through Love's Window

Twice I looked through blurry glass
This journey began on coastal land
New cold spring air took me off
To meet the sun-filled windy skies
But little did I know that I
Will land to find a lover's need
For such a lust so unforseen
Welcomed my frightened smile
Tall he stood he bore
His anticipated style
I shook inside my seemingly relaxed awry
Could he have felt me cower through
My naked heated desire?

And so began our travels
To test frigid cold waters
To burn our scorching pyres
He took the lead and as I watched
Him gripping, staring, standing, speaking
I never did imagine such
A beautiful human being
Though regularly sentimental
His rigid masculine form moreso
His lips moved with a pout
That burned my skin I fumbled about
I felt his hands define
The contours of my mind

As each bewildering caress
Succeeded melting my fortress
No more could I protect it
From my ardent fueling fires
He ruled with such intensity
With careful thorough steps
His eyes reflected clearer skies
Did I seem to surmise?
For each of his inured controlled
And tempered stroke
Inwardly, savagely, pleasurably
Filled and completed me.

Secret Bays

The pale shadow disappears at dawn
Will he return again to fill the void?

As memories of rides and times
Play on one's conflicted mind

My thin nimble fingers run through
The soft grass of your hair

The sensitive palm of my hand
Recalls the shores

Of glassy waters I found
Within the hearth of your neck

And learn I did of men
Strong therefore resonant

Their profiles hide in soft
Unclaimed corners and calming tides

Valleys of your hills through
Vastness of your mountains

I trek as midst of
My weary soft body

Traversely hike to
Hunt your adrift desires

A Lover's Song

Here's something I wrote in random. I dedicate this to you.

Let me be your music's song and sing your heart's melody.
Let me be the petals of the bud that's growing in your heart.
Sing I may not of your true love's hymn.
And grow I must not for your garden's room.
But here I, with you sing and bloom
For I am and will be love's instrument to your song