The lost love

For you I long,

O angel of the moonlight song,

With me you belong.

Draped in ravishing white,

Almost blinding bright,

Still soothing is your sight.

Dare peer into those eyes,

Larger than gaping skies,

Of wonder black and o so wise.

In the softest lilt,

A heart would wilt,

Upon my ears dearest felt.

A glance your way,

You turn and I scarper away,

This game of love I play.

Unknown universe to unfold,

Joy to behold,

But only for the bold.

Of passion and care,

Emotions flare,

It's cupid's snare.

With your warmth and grace,

Wash my sins without a trace,

Beg put me to my place.

Slake my thirst,

Shelter me with your trust,

To shores of Eden we must.

To make dear, your heart

Frayed has mine and is torn apart,

Without you is a life to depart.......

The journey to grace

She sneaked in right through the front door,

And dove straight into the deepest core.

She hung around a little while,

Until we were just about a mile.

The waves slapped against the shore,

Why would I want more?

I saw her slip and I saw her frail,

I didn't move I wouldn't bail.

A gentle touch, out came a smothered scream,

I wouldn't have it, I saw the seam.

She sowed seeds of birth,

It bloomed into the faintest mirth.

She had me coiled in her vine,

But vines support and it felt divine.

She looked grotesque at best,

But what lay within, no force would ever test.

But as I set, great shadows loomed,

There was a feeling that all was doomed.

As the beast within me unveiled itself,

That beauty wouldn't forgive herself.

I wander the shores, I look for the waves,

The seas are dry and my heart caves.

The tides have changed and so have lives,

I've enjoyed the rides and the heavy knives.

This day it ends and we part our ways,

But I'll love you forever and for always.

Poles apart

That silence is deafening and sets me into disquietude. Blaring sirens go off with consummate tranquility. As moments flit past thoughts recur, rewind. Each time driving the nail further down. Each memory turns into a piercing shrapnel. Its titillating and throbbing. One that tries to belie the inexorable truth. Her gentility a foil to my bestial ways. I wonder and marvel at her imperfections. Those which perfectly light up my world. Devoid of traits noteworthy, those which I see in others and those which they portray, which sits so fulsomely in that bloody biological void which palpitates in all its futility. I catch fleeting glimpses of her intentions whose kernels elude me. I forage for clues in those misleading trails. Flustered with her omnipresence yet contrasting absence. Stranded in a island whose shores she frequents and ebbs. She is the sea. She's the island's all and only neighbor. The island waits for the deluge. Tempests run amok this island as whimsically as wafts of insane sanity. A threshold so daunting and so chimerical as much as figment. The more I seek the farther, the more distant she goes, elusive her. Be rid of her I can't even if I may so try. I chase a shadow and the next moment try and run away from it. Not mutually exclusive not mutually inclusive. A drudging troll am I and she an angelic elf. My affection as profound as my blind hate. A venom without which death is a certainty. Life blooms or withers? Am I falling into an endless abyss or perfectly still? If we are poles apart then our universe is horseshoe-shaped. Not a moment later I'm an asymptote and her Descartes' Folium.