Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

Let's take this slow
We've got no where to go

I feel like I belong
With you by my side
We can go far and wide.

No distance too great,
and we're never late.
Always at the right moment,
almost as if it were fate.

l.v.s and IM

Material things don't last for good,
and flowers soon may wither,

I may not live here for as long as I want,
But I'll give you my Forever.

I'm here today on bended knees,
Giving you everything I have with me,

And if those things are still not enough,
I'd offer it in another lifetime with you

repeatedly. . .

i am sorry but my bones will always love you like hell, like it was war, like the world needs to end in the process, like the hand of god, taking you out of my ribs and now he needs to return it back where it rightfully belong. i will always love you, in godless sacrilege. i am sorry if i don’t know any other way.

I’m stuck between a letter and a word
pushing towards the end of a line
in many a meaning, I’ve shamefully erred  
to make sense of a sentence and a rhyme
all this effort consumes me
It bleeds my heart to think
my soul is weighing heavy
till poetry pours out of me like ink
many a thought often slay me
I rewrite to find release
I’m lost, till you find me
crying out, “read me…please”

hold my hand
so your thumb
can tap that beat
on my wrist
the one my heart
decided to keep

Is it the way she smiles or laughs?
The softness of her touch
Is it the fragrance of her essence ?
That you love so much
Is it her love or her hate?
Is it her joy and her pain?
Is it her alluring presence?
That compels you to remain
Is it the sway of her hips?
Is it the way she pouts her lips?
Is it the way she calls out your name?
Is it the way she hides her shame?
Is it the way she gives her love?
Is it her way or yours?