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Her eyes blatantly steal me
hazel robbers that come clothed
with nothing but dress and smile
as she ropes each gaze
with simple smiles
that belie the depth and reasoning
of these unfamiliar passages
that i transgress blindly
for desire to behold
more than just the pleasantries
and telling silences

She sits and sips her coffee
taking me with each touch
of lips to glass
and like the brew
she expends my will
at her own pace of desire
taking time between each moment
to sit and take my breath away
quite elegantly so

"Show me all of you",
she said
taking away reason
simply for the raw need
of emotional fulfillment
knowing well enough
that she could have all my nights
and i would ask nothing more
than the hazel in those eyes
to be the first thing i see
come morning light.

the sweet

the sweet

Stars are passive observers
to sleepless nights
where sighs are my closest companions
and the warmth of her breath leaves me
for want of sinew and flesh
and draped words that tell
of chariots and kings
that my lips will not satisfy
for lack of a better reason
than consequential logic.

Rosary beads,strewn like selfless martyrs
across aged wood
are faithful listeners to the cacophony of my thoughts,
a court of silent persons
that hold no threat of bearing my sins
to public eye and ear.

The vodka speaks to me
against the flicker of candlelight
its lips moving across the still glass
the dance of the flame against the wind
taunting this old boy's better half
to give up morality and ethics
and ability to discern either
for the sweet bitterness of its kiss,
asking like no other can,
to take and not ask.

I am unduly guilty;
as i lose more than just bodily function
to the liquid sapphire that courses my veins,
of lust and love alike,
and like the fellow man
I am too stubborn to admit
that she is both want and need,
and like the fellow man
there is little i would not give
for her to take consequential logic
and damn it to hell
for lack of a better reason
than for her desire to take
and not ask.