A Vision of Feminine Architecture

Acoustic hips
Pin-up lips
Curls of a goddess
Bows on the bodice
Waist thin and petite
Slender dancer's feet
Skin glittering bronze
Graceful as the swans
Hands long to hold
Eyes glitter more than gold
Voice like velvet
Sun-kissed brunette
Radiating smile
Bold, trend-setting style
Anger you cannot stir
A love you cannot spur
For she has a heart of stone
Therefore she'll remain alone.

A Sea of Sheets

Faded denim blue

of my favorite wornout jeans

your Grandmother's chair

a vision of vintage dreams

The ceiling is spinning

my stomach is gone

my eyes open

to a new dawn

I could kiss you through the night

pretend it's not contrite

that all this evidence

isn't a serious offense

it could be love in a sense

but on your part a false pretense

I lay there and stare

 and wonder

when this will end

I can see you

through the prison

that is best friends

A new light arises

no understanding of what it may be

a closet of suprises

a confidence boost

a boy seduced

unveiled our disguises

Sense of seclusion

a world of disillusion

just another journey

just another experience

just a notch in a bedpost

just a fallen prince

Love get out of my heart

He doesn't want you there

Before it tears us apart

Romance get out of my hair

I want to hold you

I want to dance until we drop

I don't want to be through

I don't want to stop

I want to be your closest friend

I want you to let me in

But these pondering thoughts are a waste

for yours are one of a different taste

Unfortunately,

it will never be

because you

will never

love

 me.

Void

Constant gorging of lies
and envious eyes
saying everything will be alright.

But it's constant goodbyes
which proves no surprise
a distant vision in the night.

A thought to attend
backwards to bend
trying to find a response

Wrists so thin
and that stupid grin
with its nonchalance

Breeding hate
just appreciate
the millions of acts of kindness

The Ignorance
started in that sense
on the first day of blindness

Outright cruelty
on the verge of gutsy
let her belong

Bleeding
Needing
lungs are sore from screaming

Learning
Yearning
all the while you're scheming

Just want to feel
a sincerity that's real
and move on with life.

To sow and reap
the cuts so deep
but let go of the knife.