Makes the loudest .
white against the red
as my lover’s kisses rain on me
as maples syrup drenched.
Red and perfect like cherries ripening
Delicate curls that fall on me like falling crimson leaves. “Dive with me ”
she implores “to a world we have never seen ”
and I sink
into a world of possibilities
and I’m down the hall to you.
I can’t leave you even if I wanted to.
on the arc of the door to you.
One step to reality and another to Oz. So are you the wizard?
I can’t deny
That it’s a mess
And yet it’s reality?
Can we fix ”tis house of cards
Do we let it burn?
and I’m under.
Can’t escape the weight of your love and wonder.
I want more.
I’m leaving reality again for
2 more hours,
Canned or be canned..
Sometimes I stay silent not knowing what to say as I feel like I have nothing to give.
Other days I say too much and i struggle to swallow words not meant to exist.
I wonder about purpose.
I wonder about my purpose ?
I’m sure I know He knows it.
Sometimes the wall starts to close in a little.
I crawl away a little from the light, take comfort in the dark that is familiar.
I try to play a little,
But that feeling.
Just gnaws till you address it.
Little a hamster on a wheel
A fly in a wall
We try to live or observe.
So I live a little,
Observe to try a little
And hope I give more juiced to existence before I expire.
In a world so full of love,
I could never choose hate.
In a life so full of memories,
I could only choose the dark and good ones.
You and we are intertwine
Like threads to a tapestry.
We are so alike
And so different
It just blows my mind… In a time from the past,
To the present
Everything you say just makes me wonder
And I’ll wonder if you ever question,
Why the maker made you?
And your purpose?
And your pain?
Could you and would you have
Rewritten your stories?
And remade ours?
In the capsule of a time
Age carries faded memories of time
We hold hands and exchange pleasantries.
I’m hoping we will exchange hearts and meaningful conversations
That can withstand the grime of time.
I’ll Savour them.
Slaves to the ….
I’ve considered burning the pages of the journal in my life that was inked by you…
Then again life would be tasteless without you.
You’ve marinated my soul with Colours and it’ll never be the same, just that sprinkle of you made it less insane.
I’ve considered, perhaps i was intoxicated when somehow we had perhaps met.
In another cerebral Plain we could be lovers and soulmates I’ll let ink the path to our love once again.