It still slaps me in the face
Every time I see her
Look into her eyes
Or see her smile
Even after all the years
It is still like the first time
That love at first sight
That never died
My heart is clay
Worked by the hands
Of her love
And I will always be smitten
By her
As long as I am alive

oh
ah
oh
ah
what time is it again?
we've been tangled up from sun up and to sun down and i fear i might be getting too wrapped around your body and soul

it is there
in the eyes of the soul
in the emotion conveyed
in the words unspoken
in the shared breath of a warm kiss

it is there
in the chill of absence
in the dawn of day
in the shadow of darkness
in the heart that bleeds

it is there
in every moment
in every thought
in every subtle nuance
in the fabric of time itself

God is real
Love
His benevolent weapon
The Kingdom suffers violence
And the violent will take it
By force

This quiet girl,
A force of nature.
She is keeper of keys,
Joy and season.
Thread in the fabric of bliss.
Essential.
Queen
Divine in council.
A honeydripper —
Vitriolic in wrath.

I'm possessed,
Gratefully tortured by her memory.
Lingering
Yet, forever gone.

I never knew how much, how hard, how strong I wanted it,
Until it materialized before me,
I never knew how much I could thirst, until I saw a choice,
And couldn’t choose, either one,
I never knew the deepness of the tattooed codes,
Or how much of “weakness” I could hold,
Now I almost want to run away, forget it ever happened,
What growing did it create?
Am I finished, or did I just start?
Has it abated, or gone underground, to come roaring back again,
To burn more illusions down?
Will it return, to spur more hasty thoughts and actions,
Fill me with fuchsia purple and a melancholy excitement?
Is a league something to fear, or throw aside without a thought?
Can I step forward, knowing I can fly, if the ledge gives way beneath me?
Dream boats are often apt to sink, their bottoms eggshell thin,
Crushed from the waves and breakers of a blinded mind.
Though the wine that flowed over my tingling tongue,
Was of strong addiction,
I do not have to go back to the glass,
Lingering flavor will subside with dry swallows,
Or more quickly with the water of reality,
And I may come to forget, even faster with regretful shame.
But why not better be, with laughing acceptance,
Of my instinct, heal myself with truth,
That everything was natural and anticipated,
Not wrong to happen, perhaps lacking only knowledge,
Which I couldn’t have known, but now I hold,
Everything could change, you know,
Even now, thoughts solidify, and dreams are given.

The stars that fall
from the sky so blue
well they learned it all
watching me fall for you.


*s.mndi

Crater deep dimples filling hearts with mirthful spinning pinwheels. The sun rays illuminating the iris full of expectations, stories, lustrous joy, life. The energy shared in space made weak knees crumble. Silhouette causing brainwaves running rampant. The architecture of your shape is staggering. Staggered right through thoughts. Elated fingertips never found a better home. Hair blessing the wind with its presence. Giving flow to nature around. Flow through my life. The orbit already taken place. As simple as the circle I see in your glance. Smile again. Memorizing forms, unique, pictures, keeping them stored in a treasure chest behind my bones.  Completed. Play your algebra once more.  Lets get acquainted. Equal to the wonders of our body. Like the landmarks spread upon your skin like a treasure map. Let me discover you. The entrapment you caused upon my ability to speak is stammering. When did Things become so simple. Beauty slammed through ideas of broken bodies. It's an archive. Your body. Sun kissed and blessed by the noon. The way you illuminate under the vast open everything. I find my eyes fixed upon yours. Lost in the translation of their movements. Closing my eyes to imagine the holographic wonders taking place behind your reality. The turbulence in your chest is ever clear. Beauty isn't a word that I can make sense of. Not when I am presented with you.