The Outpour of A Soul

Feigned hearts cry away, break away, never stay.
Quiet hands brush a tongue­­­­ - repeat her thoughts, melodies swing from her earlobes.

Life, uninhibited.
Never stay away too long.

Love shaved off into cups of emptiness and dazzled with fruity seductions, delectable finds.
Nails run across the rails, catch a bit of paint and an epiphany splashes forth.
Sleepy smiles frighten my night, i need her light.
Radiance encumbered and spilled out onto the kitchen floor, our conception.

Reveal hidden identities.

Zipping around my appetite, savoring the flavorful experience of beholding the nape of her neck.
It teases me, crowds my mind.
Her wrists and her elbows enchant me, lulling me to stupor.
Inside out she'd be just as gorgeous.
Her caress is nothing less than divine, this lover all mine.

Our hourglass trails on, hoarding time like it'll never expire.

I can't help it, keep pulling me in.

My anchor has set sail.

Sleeping

I rested my tattered palms upon his grizzly cheeks
Splattered all of my love onto him with my eyes
Inhaled a whiff, a sniff, as if, his scent was a riff;
improvised with a beauty uncompromised...

I theorized that he must be sleeping.

I lifted his face and despised
everything i was seeing
this man, disguised, brought terror to my being
where did MY man go and why was he fleeing?

I tried to tell myself I wasn't to blame
But it's hard not to exclaim when your heart is aflame
A shame when you can't tame the urge to want to maim his pristine new dame

I proclaim that he MUST be sleeping.

What other reason would suffice?
How could this treason become his vice?
They say there's a season for everything, I guess this is my fate's roll of dice.

I'm in love with a stranger
The only danger is the glimpses from beneath the mask
They come to me, a savior, like Jesus in a manger, I bask and

I ask, to confirm that he MUST be sleeping.

I place one hand on his heart, the other on mine,
Useless apart, but when they combine, become aligned
All my sorrow now benign
Divine thoughts begin to flow

Because I know that he is only sleeping.

And, soon, in the morning, the sun will be leaping.

My Secret Hero

He holds and heals
He knows and conceals
my fears...
He shows, when everyone else is closed, that he hears
my tears...
Even when he isn't near.

You know the kind of man,
who doesn't even know his own plan,
yet helps you in a way that only he can?
and rather than
add on
he subtracts; the mess now gone,
stress now lone,
the excess that was ingrown now has a tombstone.

Though he may not know,
and think he's just a pillow--to cushion my fall,
he's secretly my hero.

On the low,
When i think about him, inside, i glow.

He bestows hope,
Never lets me mope,
A shoulder to cry on while I cope,
The tightest knot in my life's rope

He makes my whole being smile
Meanwhile, i unpile, all of the vile
from my life,
and throw it into exile.

Renewal is mine
as i finally peacefully recline,
all thanks to this certain fellow
i call my secret hero.