To whit the most passionate excesses wave from the body
as secrets are exchanged
and the innermost lights of ones soul reveals itself bathing the body
in an unearthly glow.
And thought the breath
the most beautiful words may be spoken
whether the fire is there to produce the smoke and is not a reflection of mirrors
had yet to be unearthed.
Though it causes one to wonder,
that such beautiful sharing and feelings
are not for one such as my self but more for me to help others to find.
when seeing such beautiful swirling of emotion and corporal love
can’t help but crave a small amount of resciprication,
for hearts were not created in pairs so that one may find another
Or maybe that is just hopeful fixation
on a dream
a fairy tale ending
that most girls dream in their sweet heads
as no fowl things befall them
when they toss and turn between the sheets receiving their happy ending
It glitters like the evening stars on their finger.
but I have a hand holding me that change
in sense that makes me different,
but its that difference I fear that turns embraces to cold shoulders,
but is it I that is at fault or is it them
that they just don’t understand.