In every woman’s face I see her face
and her many ages
In magazine covers
I see her in my minds eye with her lovers
I wanted to be hers
but that train was missed
and its engine purrs as it moves further and further away.
no more to be brighten my day
I am just observer
a poet a writer
Looking for her in everyone woman
I want her to be free and loved
but I miss her like a lost glove needs a hand
I don’t know wether anyone understands
Her smile lights up any room
her absence sets up my gloom.
Glowing golden
Shiny packet
you are a devilish racket
I love your curves
how your body swerves
with angles
I love your words your advertising
you are my angel
my demon
I am possessed by my possession
your body is a sweet wrapper
I love you
Sticky and gooey
Your soul and mine
entwined.
Desperation for your touch
your kiss
I can never truly deserve this
in midnight moonlit bliss
we collide together in bedroom hysteria.
In fever pitched heat
tangled legs and arms in devotion
you sing like songstresses wailing
causing a commotion
love is a song sung better with two
but longing in my heart is for you…