You would be quite
Mistaken
To read him like any other poem or prose
For his depths remain
Unexplored,
Mysterious.
You will quite possibly get lost
In your
Misinterpretation
Of his
Other worldly heart and mind.
You,
Left roaming and famished for more
Of someone you
cannot explain.
I shall never get to the end of you,
For there is always more
And i am left with a
Consuming desire.
What a romantic whim,
To welcome me into your
Dreams.
To take me dancing amongst your stars.
I have never felt such pleasure
In being swept away.
Every sense in me
Lost in you.
We are all crazy.Most choose to
Only share select bits and pieces of themselves,
While
Those who show it all
Are called insane.
This is the here and now.Not the past.
Not the future.
Bring your heart here,
Closer,
And you will hear it still
Beats within.
Share with me,
If you will,
Your naked passion.
Like poets of old
Did take possesion of
Hearts and minds
By magic
With merely
Pen and paper.
Time and time
Again
I
Am left lying with the poetry of you
In my
Heart
And the sun
In
My eyes.
I remain
Breathless.
I want to melt.
I want to slip between the cracks.
I desire to be held and let all my walls
Down.
To be completely and utterly
Vulnerable.
Naked.
But I can’t.
I’m too bent.
I’m too damaged.
It’s too late
And I’m too tired.
These bruises won’t go away.
No matter how hard I scrub,
The bleach won’t clear away the stains.
The glue won’t hold the cracks together.
My strength is just a hoax I’ve planted in my brain
Which my heart can no longer
Sustain.
How is it that some cannot fathom
That one as beautiful and tender
As a blossoming flower
Could not have survived
A terrible winter?
Perhaps the roots beneath the Earth
Became
Through
A lifetime of horrific storms?
There is more to every beautiful
Creation
Than what simply meets your eyes.
Chole Into Diamonds 