gentle and soft
are your wings of neon green.
Floating on air as if you were a part of the wind.
Silent whispers escape
I am stronger now then I once was.
My tired muscles exerted to exhaustion.
Like a taffy pulled to near its break.
The force of a typhoon has been set upon me.
The way your hair falls around your face
Framing utter perfection
One, Two, Three.
On your high horse of satisfaction
I sit quietly,
As the evening fog comes rolling in.
Tonight, change is in the air.
I look upon the sky
for answers that cannot be found
Beauty envelops layers of ever streaming thoughts
Falling over rivers of deep emotion and love.
The mediocracy of my life beguiles me
to the infinate possiblilities of my imagination.
The ever streaming concious thought
defers me from my past
Too long has it been
since my pen has met paper
My thoughts preoccupied
How long has it been
since a woman has touched
your naked flesh