Most nights
I'm at war
With my own thoughts

Kiss me until
all the metaphors
vanish and poetry
becomes reality.

  ~mce

I walk a fine line
Between risk and safety
I stumble blindly
Not knowing my own hand
Each second that passes
The blindfold only tightens
I hear a voice
Made of flame
-Oh that seductive flame-
Lead me through
The troublesome night
My heart it screams
"This isn't the way!"
My head it sings
"Please continue to play!"
Discordant noises echo
Off the walls of my mouth
But in the end
My tongue slips
And everything goes south

The fine line I walk is blurring
I can't see it
Not even a sliver
How am I to know what
I'm doing is wrong
I was just listening
To the sweet devil's song

And then he wrote
Wrote poems built from faith and wisdom

And then she wrote
Wrote poems built from heart ache and tears

If only he'd notice her suffer
If only she'd let him see her pain

Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS

Even the lips of this bottle remind me of yours.