Not a possession

This is more than a goodbye
more than a placeholder, or
a to be continued, this is a farewell
to everything both good and bad

This is all my fears, every last tear
placed on a platter, and I am forced to consume them
one by one, until I'm reminded
that nothing good lasts forever and everybody leaves

This is more than a death, more than a
resurrection, I know now the loneliness
Jesus felt in that tomb, but this emptiness I feel
is going to last a lot longer than 3 days

I will rise, slowly, dusting off
the remnants of a less-than heart
never to be the same again
too many tears have been shed, but

*I'll see you next lifetime

His lower arm hugged her upper hip
the humid air was too much to decline
beckoning of her quivering lip
her sweaty smell pouring like wine.

Her subtlest press lighted million spark
his reciprocating started fire
her lobes tinged with blush mark
nothing more the two could aspire.

Centuries old embedded in stone
posteriors arching for ******
cracked alive in pleasure's moan
sunk in the deep gorge of lust.

God for me provokes the fear of sin
Do I incur his wrath if commit a wrong
Like telling lies or being mean
The fear troubles me all along!

Is he watching all deeds of mine
Keeping notes in his divine diary
If I’m grumpy or genuinely benign
Would move him to decide the key!

If at the pearly gate awaits me heaven
Or god decides the key for hell
He would surely get with me even
If tilts my vice’s scale!

But I admit this fear has one good side
It instills some ponder and brood
If god’s eyes are really opened wide
For heaven’s sake should do some good!

What my reality is
Is not a dream come true
It's a flowing tide of incidents
With people true to who they believe they are supposed to be

What my reality is
Is a mess of circumstance
And an unrivaled openness
That oft scares those afraid of who they are

What my reality is
Is the nightmare that my truth
Leaves me lonely surrounded by those I love

What my reality is
No longer concerns you

For long she hasn’t found an empty home.

Not that she loves empty home
But craves for her some loneliness
A little time and space all to herself
Where she wouldn’t have to wear a face
But bite her mind any what way she likes
Nibbling at memories chewing on dreams
That with no eyes around her
She would take out like a stolen artifact
Cherishing their display like forbidden
Crying laughing and then putting them back
To where they belong.

Not that she loves empty home.

But sometimes she needs
To have one her own.

I fell in
    love with you
    during a
    game of
    cards...
                         You played a
                         queen of spades
                         and I played a
                         king of hearts.
You may have
lost this hand,
But you gained
mine.
                        So I will
              forever hold
        you by
my side.

No park is ever named Lover’s Park
But in every city there’s one,
Where shadows coalesce to shadows dark
Fingers delve buttons undone.*

There ain’t no lover not grazed its grass
Bunked classes to warm its bench
Whispered sweet nothings in adolescent crush
Suffered failed love’s heart wrench!

They only know how precious the gain
To walk the patch of green turf
Holding the hands leaving the pain
Finding for love a safe wharf!

Bloom there the petals of budding romance
Ripened and raw and all class
Souls spellbound eyes in trance
Leave tears and joys on the grass!

I too had walked on the lover’s park
Drowned in a teen’s happiness
Found within love’s first spark
Carry to this day her face!