More Of A Good Thing

Well, I have returned, but today I feel a bit sick, so I will leave you with a few poems:

Self

Taking a smile and making it mine

selfish, selfish am i

taking a heart and capturing its tune

for me, not you

stealing lips for an eternal kiss

my self smothering it

keeping all dear inside

selfish, selfish am i

Lover

Her eyes close as her lips flutter in a frenzy of whispers to her lover

and the words that flow from her inner most soul prey upon his heart

and his mind

and as she empties

her heart skips beats

exposed to his feelings and whims

exposed to his wishes and commands

body exposed to his hands

he smiles, and in the night fall they dance

through purple shades cast by setting sun

and warm red glow seeping from candlelight,

all is well this night

hands upon hands

hopes upon hopes

dreams upon dreams

building a home

theirs,

the two remain silent

as the morning sun

seeps into their eyes

warming their forms

she gives him a tender kiss

he vanishes

steamy mist

and with dark watery eyes

she sighs,

'all lies, all lies'

lying on her bed in misery

waiting to evoke that memory

once again. . .

to dream.

Puppet

All I know is that of body

of mortal

of material

How to be

what you need

when you want

where you point

so, who am I

and why?

All I feel are my puppet strings

moving my arms and legs

moving my head

How I dance

when you pull

where you want

what to do?

so, who am I?

and why?

Tomorrow, Feel Me. . .