Let me smell your hair
The gentle smell of your perfume
As you sweat
The salty gentle allure of your skin
Making my wild self tame
Like a wandering wolf in winter
Thirsty
Let it be quenched by your brow
As my hands feel your skin
I fear they may engulf me in flames
Of passion, mad wild fire
Like your thoughts burn my soul
In love and lust
And as you kiss
Let me dissolve
Into nothingness as you remake me
In the image of your darkest desires

Broken dreams and shards of glass
It is but a painful path
Where I seem to walk again
But I should not says my mind
But the mind is as daft
For to wilt and weep
Is a life too
Better than to be so cold
To breathe out fog and gather frost
I choose not torment
I choose neither to be lost
Yet i just float
Away from hinges that hold me strong
Into the storm of her voice
That warns me to hold back
I am a fool , as fools go
I drift along this broken path
When and if my world burns
I shall have none to blame for my plight
It shall only be me
As my embers fly into the starry night

I don't want to fall in love
For you shall not
And as the one sided knife shall cut through
It would pause and slow down
Severing each of my nerve
Like a thorn deeply lodged in my throat
You shall only gnaw
While with each breath i will hurt
Wishing for it to be my last
But then you shall arrive at the 11th hour
Make me want to breathe
As it hurts, you will breathe into me
And I a fool shall only oblige
For the walls of my fortress
Are broken through
While you may gather you and leave
I shall be the the one
Walking bare feet on my broken heart
Bleeding yet never cursing
Maybe it is a chance
For the universe to punish me
For I never did swim along it's tide
Forever against
As the sun has its last laugh
I shall curl into my haunches
Wait for the tormenting  moon to fade
You may bring forth a gentle breeze
But that may only hurt my wounds
And the rubied blood all around
Shall reflect you to taunt me further

Let the fingers trace your flaming skin
And pull you closer
As i hear your warm breath
Let it melt my frozen soul
And as it melts, let me stare
Into the storm of your eyes
As you lean in
Let me touch , trace the edges of those lips
Watch you close your eyes
When your breath deepens
Let me breathe you
While i hold you to me ,
folding you into the soul
Let me taste your lips,
Draw them and caress each with both of mine
As my tongue
Searches for each groove and curve
Taste your tongue , embrace it with mine
Running my hands pulling you closer
As i run out of breath
As you breathe into me

Futility

Embers
That fly into the night sky
That is all that seems to be breathing
For neither I nor me want to glow bright
As often, it is again
It is a transendence
Yet more retrogressive
I won't fret
For you are a vanishing horizon
As I believed to be
There were no wars
Yet this is a bleed
As such the mind , forever a battlefield
For only the dead know the end of war
The living just seek to slay

To be but vexed

Spinning lies and flamboyance
It is but a calculated ignorance
I chose to be in, or be pulled towards
To only be vexed
In the abysmal fakery of such pathos
Somewhere inside I woke and slept
Watched a dream where I dreamt me asleep
It is then I knew my folly
Wilful, resentful
My depravity and my decadence
I unlike forever took a leap
One of faith , one of fate
And in this tarnished mud bowl of a body
I am stilled
Peace, as I always imagined
Had reached out to me
And touched my soul

Apologies

At a distance
Time is but a blur
In isolation it is but a foe, often a friend
In the self imposed prison of my mind
Time ceases to exist
At these crossroads I often speak to you
The words mean nothing
In this century it is white noise, earlier banter
Yet, I do
Senselessly , yet I do
While on the other side
You are
There is nothing that seems logical in this
Yet you try to make some sense of it
Of all those kind minutes you gave
Were laid to waste by this arrogance slave
It is but a facade, a charade, nothing else
And an apology needs to be made
So let me offer a bouquet of such
One for the platitudes
One for the hours
One for the missed morning sunlights
One for the the rupture of your routines
And so I step down from such transgressions
And fly back to my solemn self

If I am to be Ulysses
Let the sails be carried
For the strongest of the winds
They do not faze me
But i bow to them gently
For they shall carry me to the shore
I on this endless ocean of possible wrecks and landings
Am nothing but a dependent
On a call and a fair wish
Of one I wish to sail towards
So come at me winds
Be fierce
Be wild
Howl like you shall rip my soul off my body
I shall stand at the deck
Watch the sails dance
Knowing you would draw me ashore

Why does it feel
When your look into the lens
There is so much more
That your lips don't say
Yet I can feel your thoughts pinning me down
I can be an escapist
A mollusc an annelid
Yet I seek to not slide away nor slither
I stay to hear your soul
Foolish , maybe
Yet I believe
I am where I am needed
At this instance
Until I am not needed

How, one can only wonder
When, is a matter to ponder
When the day is at an end
And the night is at its onset
If to only wait
For even if a glimpse
Perchance
To see her smile with those eyes
And watch her lips spin magic
In such cravings
I wait for the days to pass
Hoping for a chance encounter
Wishing , only if would be sooner than now
But until the universe chooses
I shall have to stand by