A Portrayal of Michael

His eyes looked sad but didn’t portray fear. The fear that he was going to rot and burn in hell; as Michael the leader of thee archangels thrust his spear into the rebellion’s gut. It was the curse of Lucifer and all who had loved him who had to sell their souls willingly because of their stupidity, their sorrows, their woes and doubts suffered in hell within him. Until the traitorous Michael fell down himself.

Death and Dying

And I can smell the sweet pine that lifted my lover’s spirit to the Gods as he held me softly in his arms one last time, savoring his last breath.

And as I reflect on the waters of that deep blue sea, it is you I will miss for all time.

I swear to God that you fill my head with one million possibilities. But our possibility was us. And we were infinite.

As I drew my last breath, I saw you at the end, and there we were. 

Poison In Your Lips

You are dangerous and you have poison in your lips.

If I had a choice I would be kissing you all the time day and night.

You constantly swim in my thoughts.

But I am a dreamer and that is only what I think unless proven wrong.

Sugar Kisses

Your lips taste like jasmine tea with sugar.

And I swear to God that sometimes you taste like water.

I love your sugar kisses and I don’t know how to describe you or what to make of you.

Your kisses are bewitching and magical.

I’ve always wanted you.

And here we are.

Together.

With you kissing me with your sugar kisses.

And I will see you every Tuesday.

Moving On

You remind me of places I’ve never explored,

Cities I’ve never been to.

You remind me of the taste of jasmine tea with a hint of sugar.

Monday mornings with a cup of coffee in my hand.

You remind me of moving on.

You remind me of a future I have yet to find;

a puzzle I wish to solve.

And yet there we were.

Our futures like stars collided making a universe of something reminiscent that belonged only to us.

The Lion and The Lamb

You are the lion

and I was your only lamb

and we were in love.

Fire and Water

I’m like fire behaving as water

You are like water behaving as fire to quench me.

Thinking Of You

I think of you all the time.

When seconds turn to minutes and when the long hours stretch on.

I think of you for days on end and counting….

You may say I’m obsessed as your shoes are unlaced and taken off with care.

I wait for you to come home.

Because your heart is where my home is.

Scars

If I could trace every scar on you emotionally; physically I would trace them by every silhouette on your skin and plant my kisses on them. 

One by one.

If scars could heal themselves what would you think?

You’d think I was crazy, but you’d kiss me anyway.

Teardrops

I catch your teardrops and I wish you were here with me.

Your tears flow into the crevices of my heart.

And yet sometimes I can still feel you breathe.

How Do You Get To Wonderland?

You were a wondrous thing. You were like the eighth to seventh wonder in the world.

“Write the good parts about me in a story.”
She said. He then replied.
“But I love both the good and the bad.”

You were part of the story I wanted to write in. 

Although I couldn’t taste you.

Although I couldn’t touch you.

Although you couldn’t be felt.

You were not mine. You were never mine.

And your soul’s desire kept us apart. The way you wanted her and not me.

You were my wonderland. But how do you get to wonderland?

We were lovers in our own story.

In our own wonderland.

I’ve always wanted to be in your wonderland. To be a part of you.

You were all I ever wanted.

And you blinked at me and told me that yes, you loved all good parts and bad parts of our love story….

I’ve always wanted it to be you. I knew it was you.
And there we were.

Reminders

Summer sunsets and summer kisses with you on a beach beneath the peach skies

Stardust and drops of moon beams in your hair

Speaking of stardust, I see them in your eyes.

The way your eyes for almonds compliment your face.

The smell of coffee….

The taste of jasmine tea….

These foolish things remind me of you……

Colors

Your eyes are the color of moonlit skies with a twinkle of stardust

There are many things I cannot count that are infinite in the universe and you are one of them.

I can count the butterflies that I dream surround you and pretend that this is our story that we are the best love story ever written.

And you would ask me if I have ever seen something so pure yet so intense that like in a flash of lightning, you would be gone.

But the universe is infinite you see.

And I will be at your side holding your hand because I say I believe that the universe had been fighting for our souls to be together.

Because I dream of you in neon colors that do not exist.

Like the color of stardust,

The meaning of moon beams that mean to light your way throughout the night.

And then I ask you quite blatantly as I whisper love poems in your ear.

What color is love?

The Womanizer

You are like sugar sweet coffee in the morning time.

Your lips taste like jasmine tea with sugar and yet you sell your soul to nobody.

You love me like a lie and you try to make a story out of me in the afternoons.

You look at me like I am made of stardust and everyday it seems like we’re about to kiss.

You are like an angel in the evening with your scourged and broken wings.

You will and would wait for me to come back.

and you would say that you’re just another picture to burn because you’re a womanizer.