Desire 1

Desire is in the yield,
Of man's lush green field.
Desire is in the light,
Braille gives to those without sight.
Desire is in the din,
Of the prayers of the devout.
It is what brings him in.
It is what takes him out.

Desire is in the bang,
Of the guns of the gang.
Desire is in her cries,
And her faithful's white lies.
Desire is in the grin,
Of the pesky corner lout.
It is what brings him in.
It is what takes him out.

Desire is in the chatter,
When children heap and scatter.
Desire is in the lake,
When circles on ice we make.
Desire is in the tin,
Of the kettle's shapely spout.
It is what brings him in.
It is what takes him out.

Desire is in the sniff,
And hitting the cliff.
Desire is in the taste,
Of the forbidden paste.
Desire is in the sin,
Of the model's pout.
It is what brings her in.
It is what takes her out.

Blessed is not Steel

When in joy, he jumps the moon
Give him pain, and he cries soon
Love resides in his heart,
For he is not alone.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!


Speck in the eye, she does rinse
Pierce her heart, she will wince
An orgasm in the making,
Is spelt in the moan.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!

Hurt his love, and he cries foul
Anger him, to hear him growl
For every known emotion,
A different baritone.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!

A loved one can bring a smile
A broken heart, mends in a while
For blood and flesh are we,
Alive to the very bone.
Blessed is not Steel!
Blessed is not Stone!

To react to things, is life's li'l loan,
This lack of sobriety, do not bemoan
Treasure the pain,
And treasure the groan.
For Blessed is not Steel!
And Blessed is not Stone!

Come to me, I ask of you,
Hurt you I will, and that is true.
The pain I will feel,
But no sin to atone.
For neither are you Steel,
Nor are you Stone!

(Dedicated to NC)

Untitled

Blank and hard,
Her glare at me lay.
Behind it all,
Emotions chiseled in clay.

Stoic of nature,
This vibrant creature.
Hold her tight,
And she melts without a fight.

She tried but wept,
As the emotions crept.
To shoot his memories with a gun,
Was easier said than done.

(Inspired by KM)

Dance in the moonlight

I held her hands,
And drew her close.
I held in my lips,
A big red rose.

Swayed to the left,
And swayed to the right.
With her in my arms,
I could dance all night.

Circled each other,
And whirled her around.
Held her close,
Lifted her off the ground.

Her form perfect,
As though of clay.
The big red rose,
In her lips now lay.

(Inspired by KM)

The SMS

So much beauty,
In one little song.
My little cutie,
And her message long.
So early in the morning,
When the birds begin to throng.
Of her I was dreaming,
Oblivious of her little song.

(Inspired by KM)