Collage: This too shall come to pass

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Sometimes,
we are faceless in a crowd
Wearing the masks of love,
lust, want, disregard.

Insignificant and small,

large and flashy,

vivacious, and full of life.

Sometimes we are loved by all.

I run from you to save face,

But I have no eyes,

to see you with,

no mouth,

to kiss you,
passion runs deep,
breathless.
Machete,
Cut out my heart,
offer it to the Gods.
I have no heart to love

you.
You robbed me
when, you, she ,
us walked in.

I love you,
wordless,
heartless,
holding you with my soul,

with my mind,

absent of body.

We love deeply, intimately,
we touch only in the Illusion.

Dark places not known by anyone
but by you and I.

We touch in the

places that are void of any

human presence.

Provoking, raw angry
emotion;
Warmth fills us,
hot with fire,

moist with tears,
of regret, of possibilities.
Loving,
Knowing, you, me,
Will never have our time.
The End....

You are the secret lover,

love, known by God

Made for you in you

about you.

We are forever entwined

to be something that shall

never come to pass.

We are we,

and without you I

lack a piece of complete

and without me you

lack a piece of complete.

And this shall too come to pass.

Collage