To a Goddess

I saw her today, the Goddess of Creativity of my soul,

She spoke to me today, of the feeling of being whole.

She smiles and lit up the faces who looked upon her,

And her eyes, two endless pits of play,

I hope that feel this again soon someday.

I spoke to her today, my minds own muse,

I told her, that with each other we can not loose,

And she just smiled at me today.

To which I must say,

That I hope to see it again soon someday.

She kissed me today, the vixen of beauty,

I was wooed today, and thought of males duty.

To win her, support her, and cherish,

All of which is in play,

If only I can see her another day.

The Loves in the Dark.

Dark silhouettes synchronizing secret symphonies of passionate embraces,

Forgetting the cold wind on contact with each others warm skin,

Just to experience the others tantalizing tartaric taste.

This is the trap they are in.

Solace is found in the others kiss,

With a world far from the cold night,

Where the only thought is of lustful bliss,

And of what may not become and what might.

To hold the other in their arms,

This is their cure and curse,

For what should cause there alarm,

Is the only heaven to them that works.

So cheer for their touch,

Cheer for that magical kiss,

For we all now this much,

Nothing is as special to the world… as this.