You should be here with me
My heart is as empty as the side of the bed that you used to sleep on
And my life's crashing harder than the waves on the shore like when you first kissed me
And I'm falling harder and faster into loneliness than I was when I fell for you
And I know there's no stopping this
But you should be next to me
Kissing each freckle on my arm and tracing "I love you" into my palm because each letter deserved it's own recognition for it made up a larger picture
And you should be next to me
With my head leaning onto the very shoulder I spent entire nights crying into
You should be beside me
But I guess this was all besides the point
And now you're next in line for a new girl
I just wish you would give me a next chance

Even at my age,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Languishing among towering clouds,
A lofty empire, lost kingdoms,
Perhaps a strange magical realm,
Thriving with dwarves and giants,
Maidens in towers awaiting rescue,
Where lone horse warriors wander,
Maybe observing us, far below.

Must be a poetic creative thing,
Or simply the child deep within,
Viewing through the eyes of the man,
Dreaming ancient days of long ago,
When the child yearned to be grown,
To know all there is to know,
Never appreciating escapism,
The chance to drift within time,
Ponder upon distant, aerial, worlds.

Or maybe I’m just a dreamer,
That and nothing more, hmm,
Telling myself, I am a poet,
A procrastinating creative spirit,
In love with the trappings of art,
The child asleep within wisdom,
Languishing among towering clouds,
I see mountainous lands in the sky,
Even at my age.

©Paul M Chafer 2015

I crave your lips
The taste of your skin
Deep from within
My body aches

My balance unsteady
My legs begin to quiver
With sweat induced shivers
The earth shakes

My inhibitions gone
As you slip deep inside
Consumed with passion
We move in stride

Biting my lip
Thrusting my hips
Lost in pure ecstasy
I embrace the pain

My body explodes
The fire burns within
As the intensity builds
My pulse rises again.

And I'm consumed
Once again

Like an avaricious vulture
She feasts on his soul
She stands before him
His demon, his woe
His heart forever wounded
All love now in vain
She caresses his ego
And only hatred remains
She begs of him more
As he releases her hand
He can no longer hold her
He is becoming a man
Yet again she returns
And although he knows
He still holds her near
His demon, his woe