I leave you kisses everywhere,
littering them like trash-dropping them here and there.
My kisses become clutter in the day to day havoc that is your life,
and mirror the stars in the sky.

They shatter a devastating echo of combustible constellations.

My kisses are time bombs of passion... possibly poison.  
I hope you pick each one up naked, and alone.
A fitting tease for denying me your lips.
Turning me into a pedestrian delivery service,
dropping kisses around a set schedule.

I never dream't of of distant lands,
  A universe beyond our own.
Of seamless smiles and gentle hands
  A love I'd call my home.

I never thought of future folds
  Of different me's and you's
Playing roles from unique molds
  On worlds of different hue.

It's true I never pondered
  A life where we are new
Or of kingdoms and unknowns
  I never dream't till you

No matter what each Big Bang brings
  Each reality we share
No matter if it shines or stings
  For you I'm always there.

We were beautiful children
And we grew up so brave,
We were touched by death and heartbreaks but we stayed just the same.

We listen to jazz all night and drink red wine,
Find ourselves adventure to pass the time,
We don't talk much about the pain we've felt inside,
No more bumps in the road,
Just enjoying the ride.

Our love is too strong to carry weight of what's gone,
We find peace in the sun,
And the belief of being young.

Love of mine in the world,
We are one in the same,
You can laugh while you're crying and be childish when you lose games,
We are fine, we are okay,
We are in love,
And our children someday will be just like us.

She's in the kitchen
(close the door)
just mixin' up some metaphor;
a true conundrum
through and through
and through to me and thus to you.

Her humble hunger
(forest's slumber)
thunders 'neath a wilting tune;
tuned to too many
to count without
a thought within.

She must profess
(but shall confess)
to any who will listen;
closely she holds
a tragic history
mostly mystery to most.

She solves my soul
(I deny that hole)
which she still fills;
overflowing always
with such unrelenting joy
that is My Love.

Thunder echoes.  
Flashes through billions
Of hailstones smashing against
Trees, leaving clouds of

Crushed leaves hanging, slowly
Blending into the chaos of
Angry weather, then: Nothing.
I worry for my windows,

Pounded with ice and shaking
From relentless thunder.
Nature, now, is an angry
Woman,

Child, heirloom or love stolen.
Furious fire, skies dark with a
Thousand wings.
Drop your swords and run,

Men. Your homes are in
Flames. Your armours as
Useless as your wet pairs of
Long johns.

She was a thing of beauty
almost a heavenly vision
but she could use words
like a razor blade
they cut the skin
and blood would trickle.

when she left me
she was just as cruel.
I wanted revenge
To hurt her as she
had hurt me.

I had so much to say
a practiced recitation
but the words
Couldn't flow
from my mouth.
instead they poured
From my eyes
in endless torrents.