New Love

My eyes travel along

the lines of your silloutte,

briefly digesting each curve

that outline your being;

I can not pretend to feel

nothing, this particular encounter-

you have captivated me

in every way possible,

my soul is yours to puppet,

having given myself to you,

I depend on you for survival-

oh my darling, I am worthless

without you,

I shall go mad the day we part,

my love, how I adore you,

more than you will ever know.

Cat Got Your Tongue?

Croak, croak

says your throat-

is there a frog in there?

No words escape except

those croaks, how embarrassing

when nothing comes out of

your human throat

but the call of a frog,

no this is no frog,

tis a toad shoved down your throat.

The Deserted House-585 Bojangles Drive

He lived on 585 Bojangles Drive,

Inside a bright yellow house with

A white door and orange roof,

How tropical the house did seem,

So colorful and adorned with

Palm trees and pink tulips,

Sunflowers grew wildly all around,

But the icing is his ocean-blue VW Beetle

That sits decoratively in the driveway,

What a house-this place at

585 Bojangles Drive-

It seems too lively

For it's owner not to be alive.

And There was an Ever After

The sun is dimming,

The world grows dark,

Hearts of the lonely

Seek to numb the pain,

Forget all lessons taught,

The time is at hand

To blindly find a

Happy ending.

Waiting Room

She told him secrets,

Sent him poetry,

Thought of him always-

Her body ached

For his touch,

Her writing revolved

Around his subject-

He had consumed her,

And she was left

Waiting for Prince Charming

To return.

Always Bored

Boredom lives in the company of many,

How ironic,

It survives in the mind-

A dormant disease that never leaves,

Returning for visits momentarily-

Boredom is,

Since people are-

The way of the mind

Leaves room for bore.

No Story to Tell

Waiting for a reply,

Someone to save me from myself,

An angel, a person, a thing-

I have known loneliness to be as lonely

As people are liars,

We fall and strive

Searching for the answer

That no one has,

A blank book on the shelf.

Yearning

Oh darling, how I yearn

for your silent touch on my back,

for your fingers to

run through my hair,

as you outline my neck

with your lips.

Oh how I yearn

for your eyes to see me again,

for your body to mold

into mine, radiating passionately

as we connect like harmonic puzzle pieces.

Oh darling, how I yearn

for your eloquent words

to wildly strum my senses,

for your charming mind to

explore new land,

a love we have not yet known.

Oh how I yearn

for your entire being,

you are more than I have ever known-

a truth just revealed.