As The Leaves Change

As time passes,

the leaves begin to change.

And when they do,
I reluctantly remember the pain.

Within each color of rich gold and earthy browns,

I remember words exchanged between us, which were once profound.

As I travel through the deep oranges and the fiery reds,

I attempt to let the autumn breeze blow away your image from my head.

As if the breeze that comes along with the Fall,

has heard my weary thoughts sad call.

While the wind whips leaves into the cool air,

I began to feel nostalgic wishing you were here.

The fallen leaves are no longer dry,
for along with the grey heavens, I begin to cry.

No matter how much strength I try to gain,

Your beauty always weakens me.

As the leaves change.

Our Hands

My fingers intertwined with yours,

woven together as if they had been before.

A perfect combination in tone and feel,

the pulse in your fingertips show that its real.

And although we don't exchange words

our clasped hands say more than what is heard.

"Palm to Palm is Holy Palmer's kiss"
We have made it clear through this.

It is not needed for me to share,

the fact that we have grown to care.

Not about words, or lusty actions.

We know that we both want that passion.

But let's be simple and take a stand.

Let's show the world our affection,

by holding each others hands.

Lips

You are a peculiar beauty,
enveloped in grace.

But the most facsinating cargo,
rests blissfully on your face.



The swift curves of your mouth
are appealing to the eyes.


An amazing discovery for the senses.
Shockingly stimulating to all five.


My eyes admire your lips,
like a piece of refined art.



My fingers wish to trace them not knowing when to finish,
not knowing where to start.


I hear the sweetest sounds escape from between these plush blessings.
The words the flow out from between them, constantly keep me guessing.



As if your fine mouth sends me invitations to visit with kisses,
All i can do is want to fulfill their wishes.



You are a unique beauty,
but the reason to smile has been appropriately placed.

Not hidden behind pieces of fabric or cloth,
but perfectly positioned on your lovely face.

divine gift to my lips.

Bad Decision.

Painful decision.
Ignore the blurred vision.

Shield your heart.
It should never have to depart.

Burning words.
Completely Absurd.

But as honest as it comes.
The growing has begun.

Chilling Touch.
That was too much.

It turns your blood cold.
But you remind yourself to be bold.

You react.
Remember: Be detached.

You give a hard smile
your mind races for miles.

Bitter feeling.
gradual healing.

sweet revenge.
lesson taught
forgave,not forgot.

realization of the fact
my affection for you can never be won back.

take that.

Flock Of Dreams

It was within a flock of dreams,
that you were brought to me it seems.

A sweet child like face,
found deep within my heart's place.

You visited me every night
while i rested my head.
bringing thoughts of desire and delight
and all within my bed.

Of course i mean in my fluttering thoughts,
where your affection is something to be taught.

How you found your way into my mind,
how you managed to turn every dream of mine, benign?

I shut my eyes, see you, and i feel jubliant.
You kiss me, smile and you are simply radiant.

But as everything crashes with a thunderclap,
I see you fade as my nightmare's wings flap.

I awake one night and can no longer sleep.
Knowing in my heart, the love was only skin-deep.

It was not anything i ever truly had.
And from there, every dream of you was sad.

For nothing is as it seems,
even within my flock of dreams.