.
Would you like to take a look
in the covers of my little black book?
Would you like to see if you are there,
and if not, would you really care?

Would you like to scan the pages
of my lovers through the ages?
Would you seek to find your name,
and if not, should I be ashamed?

Would you like to read the index,
and see what my preference reflects?
Would you like to peek and find
the comments I write, and of what kind?

I am sorry but you will never see
the yellowed pages of my history.
It's best that what will be, will be.
My book retired when you chose me.

© Pagan Paul (24/05/17)

Light is gently fading,
as day is turning over
the reins to the sky
spirits now shining,
a golden amber glow,
so I let out a sigh,

my eyes squint
in thanks,
reminding me -
ever
so beautifully,
that you are not here,
but I still say-
hey
you never-
know,
an I go on
without any fear.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Seems I've kissed a million frogs
I guess it's part of the "plan",
I hope you are my prince tho
an not an ordinary man,

The one who came for me-
star seed sent adrift,
plant me with a kiss,
my heart you'll give a lift,

As I see some fairy tales can come true.

I missed death by a split second
my hands had no time to sweat
heart no time to race
no goodbyes would have been said
my legs began shaking uncontrollably
I fell to my knees thanking God for his mercy because i almost didn't get a chance to meet him