And I will love you right here and right now,
‘Cause, darling, the tides change and the wind blows,
And who knows,
What tomorrow will bring with it.
Category / Verses
Skinny love
Show me your real skin,
Bruises and whatnot,
The marks and the warts,
That delicate flab, that you so gently try to hide,
The irregularities and the grains,
The cuts and the stitches,
Show me –
And I will love them all.
Travails + you
Roaring riptides,
Moist clams,
Ringing truths,
Beckoning hills,
Busiful bodies,
Sweltering heats,
And all I want,
Is you.
Changing
As it goes,
And as it went
So it goes,
And so it went.
Sketches
The middle path
All the maybe-wondrous possibilities,
All the could-have-beens,
All the positively-worth-exploring,
Rest, and rest some more.
Out of sight, out of mind
And right below that tar pit of deep-seated, conjured-up notions
Lay that elusive thing called blue skies,
Called happiness.
The Artist and The Muse
The artist seeks,
The muse reciprocates.
The artist is on a wayward journey,
Of fascination, and of fantasy,
The muse simply has to be.
Something that stirs, the artist seeks,
The lying mass underneath
And the muse, simply by means of being,
Bestows upon the artist,
That quality, that framework,
That welcome respite,
That the artist seeks.
And thus, by doing none other than being,
The muse reciprocates.
Respite
Thinking about you,
Talking to you,
Being in your presence,
Soaking in your aura,
Gives me a respite
From all the madness,
From all the frenzy.
Parallel worlds
And I’m thankful for the delightful bit of nonsense crap
That we shared together;
The unspoken words rest,
Knowing that they’d seldom come out.
A Sight into My Psyche 