You saved me.
You didn't need a mask to do so.
Yet when I see your eyes after a long day of crime
I see the pain you bear inside.
I will always kiss your pain away, baby.
And even though I'll never know the New York City skyline quite like you do,
I'll always stay nearby.
You don't need a web to keep me stuck on you.
Instead I'll try to keep your chin up until you finally can rest.
It might not be much, just know I'm doing my best.
I'm no hero myself, but I know I'm handling this the best I can,
and when you lay down beside me at the end of the night,
I'll kiss you.
I'll show you the tenderness you so desperately need, whether you admit it or not.
The scars on your body are the scars on my heart,
and I'll share your pain.
You are not doing this alone.
It is hard, but I am trying.
And I always will.
I'm not quite sure someone else could do this,
it's hard, I admit it.
But I'll always be here.
Partners in crime until the end of time.
What can I say?
Face it, tiger...
you just hit the jackpot.

What is love?
Handing over your impuissant heart to someone who could break it in a heartbeat?
What is love?
Falling in deeper - though irrational, crazy, irresponsible - we do it to feel complete.
What is love?
Convincing ourselves that it exists; that our soulmate is in waiting?
What is love?
Acting in ridiculous ways while their expressions we are analysing and translating.
What is love?
Throwing all logical decision making skills down onto the floor?
What is love?
Allowing a single soul to disturb and influence every moment of our lives more and more.

When your lips meet mine,
I feel my heart flutter,
and when your tongue slips inside,
it pounds like drums.

I could never get enough of your kisses.
The softness pulled me in,
passion burned inside,
One look into your eyes and I feel my body cringe.

Goosebumps rise --you stroke my skin,
My body has weakened,
You pull me closer by the waist,
Your hands caress my back,
your fingers massage my shoulders,

Teasing me until your hands grip my neck,
--I gasp for air,
your grip has eased,
and you gently cup my face,

The forehead kiss I had once missed,
is placed along my face,
I hear your voice tell of your love,
But we can't be together,
Why do I keep coming back,
When your heart belongs to another.

Trust a liar
To equivocate.

Trust a thief
Won't discriminate.

Trust your government
To disappoint.

Trust Justice
To miss the point.

Trust your parents
Til you find a voice.

Trust education,
If you want a choice.

Trust your friends
To have your back, front and sides.

Trust your children
With your life.

Trust your partner,
Like no other.

Trust one's self
More than anyone else.

Spend your hours with me,
and together we'll grow old.
You will be my silver,
and I can be your gold.

Offer me a smile
and I will surely swoon.
Let me be your ocean,
and you can be my moon.

Request my hand in marriage,
and you can have my life.
You will be my husband
and I can be your wife...

How many moments
Must be spent
Putting a movie ticket over
What you expect of her.

Love actors give you
Love others talk about
White separate from black
I love
For the first, naked time.

But I say nothing
And pray she'll keep
Her treasure for me
Selfish,
Alcohol said.

What... Am I waiting for?
Whom .. Do I want to be?
I
I want to be her poet
Her artist
Oh god
Before I die.

Should I find her
Locked in the arms of others
I will be rotten
Smashed in the glass she made for me
With nothing but love
That dark, beautiful dream
Of passionate action.

I do hope everything goes as arranged.

As it is but a delusion sometimes,
everything in this obscured brain 'o mine.  
(Yes, I hope it works out.) :::
Maybe, somehow.
Sigh
Life has it's way of being a schmuck.  

Perhaps, we could live in our heads. Die in our beds. Become ghost and bobble around hospital beds, secretly trying to make the living better and happier.
Because we are virtuous ghost.
Quite content with being so.
And I'd be happy, if you are happy.
And if you are sad, I am eminently sorry you became a ghost bobbling around hospital beds,
secretly trying to make
the living
happier,
better
and all of those ethical, virtuous
things.