The Secret's Out

Next-door she lies, awake tonight?
This morning, breathe it in and scream it out,
quiet now.
Directions whispered
to each other,
I'll guide your talents
until I swallow down my guilt.
She stares at me, suspicion grows,
then he speaks and I'm sure she knows.
Hurt or unscathed? Will she ever look our way again?
Insignificant consequence compared to our gain.

Idealistic

Spinning close to your chest in darkness,
moving eloquently along with the silence

that our eyes scream.

Smile and shift your eyes astray,

momentarily shy.

A face so handsome and so astounding before me

steals any sense and reason.

Daydream Sleep

Take these dreaming words I mutter, and dance with me tonight.
See the stars we can never reach, I feel our heartbeats and I lose count.
Fresh twilight air, a blue, illusive breeze,
blows through your hair and into me.
You leant down, upon one knee,
and asked me for my hand and,
I never thought I'd want to hear, the question I imagined.

Unable To Let Go

The fragrance resting on you, and on everything you touch
is my favourite narcotic, of which I can never breathe enough.

Fingers glide over velvet skin to lips that steal my breathing.
Entered dangerous territory, where I left my lone heart beating.

Twice tonight I spoke words we dread, and you spoke words I love.
Standing, staring at mist on the edge, unconvinced that I'm ready to jump.

Retracing Steps

Stronger second time around,
Here we stand, our hands entwined. 
A sweet melody, a wish that I could sing
as we glide with grace, back to our beginning.
Head tilted back, you smile that smile,
that smile sparks mine, as sparks set the sheets alight,
the sheets that we hide under, pulled off,
lights on,
curse again amongst pleasure
until an ending, undesired.

Falling With More Time To Feel It

Am I dreaming? Am I a dream?
Twitching, tingling from this illusion.
A hallucination? No, real.
Striking, heavy, bloodshot eyes burning,
only this moment is real life.

Relapse of memory as I 'awake'.
What happened just slipped out of mind
just slipped back in.
I remember... I think.

Mirror without its reflection, the surrounding existence appears
a blurred background to my life on my right,
with reality illuminated by focus.
These screens separated by an infinitely small pause in space.

Flash of half a moment ahead in time,
a glance at a dimension running alongside.
I trust this, I walk through moving traffic,
to reach the destination
without hesitation, willing and uncontrolled,
unintentional survival.
I saw the future momentarily.

What happened before morning?
Did yesterday exist?
I hurt physically from my restraining euphoria
while I remember being withdrawn from life.
I saw more existence than ever before.

Writing Love

Strained for hours, to sit and write for you,

to rhyme lines full of romantic words.

A passion, incessant, 

elegant magnificence,

a beauty, transparent,

eternally astounding.

A struggle so painful, no words can be bound together

to truly illustrate the way, that my lusting heart stutters

when you smile, when you laugh, when you breathe.

I laugh now, seeing my words lay paradoxically,

since those words paint my love for you, almost impeccably.

Familiar Feeling

We've been clumsily dancing 
through the months.
This imperfect feeling, 
lacks grace and elegance,
But know that with your incandescent smile
you are, to me, perfection, 
and I live for each fleeting glance.

We're Still Blind

A piece of me, a part of you
buried deep, too far for you to reach
and hold, but one day,
in your arms. A day that won't arrive
as death, inflicted, intervenes and takes his chance.
A beautiful chance, but a chance to destroy.
A beautiful creation, hand in hand with destruction
to prevent us falling apart.
Forces an odd strain upon our hearts and,
our minds to tear between us.


Strange, something I never desired,
now desired,
when it should not be, and although desired,
unwanted.

Nerves

Dull lights begin to tremble, strangers talk and fall up.
Aimless and empty, fill me with your words.
A voice undiscovered, still distant and waiting,
hit the right notes that break me free. I'm still sitting in silence, 
listening, eyes closed, imagine playing along
with everyone's game that nobody has won.