Days I don't love you.

On days I don't love you.
I walk through the haze.
That makes hours feel like days.

On days I don't love you.
Emptiness fills.
Everything and nothing thrills.

On days I don't love you.
I'm like someone else.
I'm not sure I even love myself.

On days I don't love you.
I know I need you more.
Those days make me love you more than before.

The thin disguise.

Your skin smells like the earth when the rain breaks.
Only lighter, sweeter
The wind swells like words, makes my soul shake.

Bolder, warmer.

It sounds so much like your whiles whispered. .

Softly, slowly.

I reach out to touch your smile and I'm shattered.

Slowly, Lonely.

Only man instinctively hungers for beauty.
Kneel and feel.
Nature is too thinly made to hide your glory.
Reveal what's real.

Vicious Silence.

When there's weakness and soul less-ness.
When there is innocence only just less than the mess.
When it's claimed blessed by the maimed and the less.
The least are silenced and your unwillingness.
Your laziness and arrogance in saying it's for the best.
There is nothing more and nothing less I can do for this...
Person born to bleed like us need like us feed like us.
Born to live like us, laugh like us, live a life that's just.
But we claim innocence, turn a deaf ear to God's wishes.
A deaf ear to their pain endless, their life's hopeless.
Their need for help, but yes! Their death in all inevitable-ness comes.
But that is no reason to act deaf and dumb.
Don't they hear our laughs? see our hopes?
Will they ignore us, our cries, as our soul finally dies?
We live a life of indulgence and lose the humanity that is precious.
That's when our silence is vicious, to others and us.

The bridal dance.

Here's to the brilliant dance.
This thing between us.
That leaves me entranced clumsy, and stumbling to keep pace.
Circling behind your calm, hypnotic, grace.

Moving to one rhythm,
One beat, claps ringing.
To the music's whim.
On bare feet, to your singing, your clapping.
With bare hands reaching.
Bare hearts on our shoulders.
Circling and longing.
For the song to bring us closer.

For the rhythm of life to change to a waltz.
So I can fall into your arms.
And listen to the worlds' white noise and faults.
To fall silent to your charms.

Till all I hear is your heartbeat.
Your breath.
And I your bride in death.
Am by your side,
Finally alive and complete.