Are we sinners living with sin?
Are we damned to how we give in?
Are we enlightened? Happy to say.
I’ll not be unhappy, not every day.
Is it bad my winsome girl?
To dress up and play in our role play world.
Or is it adorable, loving and right.
That we snatch what we love for just a few nights.
I’ll ask you this, sin? Philosophise please.
But I’ll not classify sin, to that which brings peace.
I feel sick
Sleep won’t come
I’d like to relate
That this feeling ain’t fun
I love you
My heart and my soul
And I doubt
You believe it in whole
What’s needed to show
That my loves complete
And is yours alone
Dark to light then light to dark
Our black, our white
Yes, my love…a cuppa tea, please
The bitter mixed with the sweet
Circling a vortex between our thighs
Slurping and sipping
Making music to our ears…we listen
Making melody to our movement…we feel
Making love to our souls…we live
Gasping for our breaths…
Grasping for each one of those little deaths
Until finally, we are blended
Shaded in by love’s gray
Strikes fear into our hearts
Threats of mutually assured destruction
Is how the end will start
Minutes to midnight
Slowly tick to top
When will out of touch leaders
See the light and stop
When will they realise
All their peoples are the same
They just want to live in peace
Not play they spear shaking games
I feel what you are trying to do for me
Opening my wounds, licking them clean
Those broken bits of your black heart…
Using them to look through me
Using them to hide inside my dark
I see you…a musician, a poet
Strumming my perceptions
Writing on my skies
Making me your musical…note…taker
My dream fantasy has become personified…in you
So, keep doing what you do…
Flame my burning desire
Flirt with my passion
Make love to my spirit
You have turned my very essence into beautiful effervescence
Soon I’ll be standing next to you
Your ghost of shadow
Your ghost of light
Duality pulling at the ends of your chains
A needful craving that lasts morning, noon, and night
I know what you’re doing to me
Seducing my broken black pieces
Molding them to yours
Do you know what I am doing to you?
As your strong rhythmic waves crash