Adonis, asleep

Epic Love

I love you like an ocean
We’ve both been swept away
I’m drowning and floating
In a sensation that tastes much like champagne
Sweet, yet sharp, bubbles but buzz
A delicious intoxication – but everything is clear.

They say there are no fireworks
No sparks, no pop, no boom -
Now that I know for myself
I don’t think they’ve been in love before -
Because when I look at you, I melt
You take my breath away
When I hear your name, it’s tonic
And hearing your voice feels like fireflies in my stomach.
Thinking of you starts the firecrackers
My heart makes a gunpowder pop

And loving you is a beautiful explosion -

Where the exploding will now never stop.

I was the bomb that never knew it’s promise
Never knew it was waiting for you  -
Starting from now – the moment we met -
An explosion that lasts forever,
A supernova fuelled by it’s own impact -
To intensify indefinitely – the more
of you I have -
The more of you I need, I love.

And
You love me exponentially -
But I’m sure I love you more than that.

We fit together so perfectly -
Like a fuse and dynamite -
And when we finally strike
Together – it’s a firework -
We light.

The darkness now never seems as bad it was - as it is -

The light never goes away - the world seems suddenly sparkling

And new, and fresh, and illuminated.

Now I'm not afraid of the dark anymore -

The strength of you made me brave.

For those who say love is not like the movies
I hope they realize it’s better.
Love that is realistic, and plausible
Reasonable amounts of affection…. No thank you.

Our love has no limit – it feels more real than that -
Even though your more beautiful than Hollywood
And our love is the perfect storyline -
Even though you’re words are like a script
They make me fall so in love -
Make me melt like butter, and pop like popcorn -
Even though you seem to good to be true.
The prince charming to my lost princess -
You rescued me – but I also rescued you.
This could almost be a fairytale –

It all feels magical – a spell -

That will never break.

And you are unbelievable – maybe I am too
And perhaps I’m out of the ordinary – but baby, so are you -
We’re both theatrical - they call us ‘character’s -
Though there’s no performance to this I swear.
And if I’m spicy, you are too -
In the most delicious way.
You burst with energy almost like me -
Together we spark and ignite -
We’re indestructible, no gravity pull
Can disturb this flight.
Although you know how to rein me in
When maybe
I lose control.

And with all this
It seems fitting that our love
Would be the epic explosion it is.

Perfectly Drawn

I would like to draw you
You’re lines, they make me melt
As they join across your collar bone
And sweep across your cheeks
Ink out every inch of you
In all the colour’s you make me feel
Or better yet to tear you out of the page I’ve drawn
To pluck you 2D out of paper,  and make you 3d real.

The way your eyes change colour -
I couldn’t paint that way
But I’d try out every shade of blue
Till I find a commotion in the colour scheme
That fascinates me, like your eyes do.

I cant describe in any way, in any shape or form,
The way your contours speak to me
The way your outlines sing,

Your eyes, your nose, your lips,
Your cheeks, your chin, your skin
Raised in relief so breath-taking -
Fitting together perfectly – the cliché composition
Of beauty in art – like Adonis – but you surpass the canvas -
I still cant believe – you do exist, though on the other side.
Your profile chiseled like a statue – your broad silhouette

So firm, and hard, so structured by sinuous lines and curves
But where statues are stone, you’re molded soft, and smooth, and warm.
I would want to ease into the photograph that captured you -
Put my arms around your frame
And feel you
Move,
For me.

I could never reproduce, copy, imitate
You to the depth that you are -
Your outlines are just physical
And though no pen could do them justice -
I could still try.
But the illustration of you, my love,
Would always fall quite far shy -
Of the reality that you are -
Or even my pixelated impression.
No artist could ever recreate
Or try to counterfeit
Something made by greater hands -
Their work would never quite express you
You are too beautiful – you would always outdo
The best attempt.

And besides
No lines could depict quite how you move,
No paint could echo the noise of you,
No camera click is fast enough
To capture your expressions -
The thousand faces that you make -
The way your face changes, when you smile -
And the palette of all your different smiles -
And the way they blend in your eyes -
 I couldn’t paint how that makes me melt -

The way your chest rises when your asleep -
And the soft sound of your breathing –

Peaceful – A sound that feels like a cloud.
A video might record your image, your motion, your sound
But reaching out to touch a screen –
Is not like touching you.
If I smile at the film – it will not smile back.
It cant reach out, and put arms around me -
If I kiss it, it stays cold, and unresponsive.
It still just isn’t you.

How could I express at all – you taking my breath away
The turmoil
Of pleasure and butterflies, the explosive
Pollock of love
Inside me.

You surpass my talent -
My poetry, my paint -
You excite me, and inspire me,
You rivet me most creatively,
Steal my fascination - when
I look at you and I want to catch
Every single moment in photograph,
Represent your beauty in art,
 Capture your essence in film.
To describe it with my words – and still
But none of it would ever be enough -
Never even come close, to sum up, or describe -
To recall each moment that made me feel this way -
None of it would ever match up
To the reality of you.

Now,
Charcoal smudges, paint runs, pencil fades away -
But the beauty of a piece of art
It’s an immortal tribute -
Engrave the vaguest sketch, here,
Make some part of us last forever.

Oceans

Your eyes are filled with oceans
And take the motion of the day
White lights dancing on the surface
Turns them to stained glass
Or when it’s suffused with night
They go almost purple .
And then when there’s a storm
They darken like a tempest
I can almost see in your eyes, a rising tide
Swelling, falling hotly
Until the storm subsides.
Sometimes they’re cool pale blue
As crystal clear as polar ice
Composed so coldly
And when they hold me
They cut through my surface in one slice
To see what lies beneath.

But when they’re filled with warmth,
They sparkle like champagne
Inviting as a tropic surf
And then when they are filled with love
They almost overflow
They draw me in, and fill me up
I’d want to drown in that.

Untitled

The night lay sheer & violet, a silky sheet of gauze,
The moon was wide, and open
It’s pearly dappled skin undressed
Round & gleaming, un unpeeled peach.
The wind brushed by in a loud exhale -
A violent gust with a slow tender sweep
It stroked the trees so they dripped their leaves
A smooth embrace, so thorough, so deep.
And in the distance, a wolfish howl
Pierced the rustling dark,
The soft night noises that answered it
Seemed suddenly silent, still, and stark.

The trees stood erect like spears
And fell to in a maze of velvet shadows
Their bark dry, grainy, hard & cracked -

Caress of a woodcutter’s hands.

The lake quivered like spills of shiny silk
That slithers to the ground
It’s silver belly trembled, shied from a touch
Of wind. Occasional bubbles rising up, and up,
From the smoky depths that stir within.

In this cloaked and hooded night

Shaded like eyes half asleep
That with delicate, dreamy fingers
Parted the reeds, and unraveled the weeds
To peer through the hazy enchantment.

And here across that mirrored skin
A crack slowly spread & swelled across
Split by an ivory figure clothed in smoky hair
That billowed in the lake like a curtain of moss
And ruffled in the wind like a raven’s wing -
As it swallowed her swan-like curves
The very second the moonlight bathed her shape
With an iridescent glow
And watched her with a pale and jealous eye
That envied the sculpture like untouched snow -
As soft, and white, as feathered down.
Pink lips parted like a sigh, but not a sound she made
And though she seemed so lost, and cold
Her eyes smouldered, so dark and hot.
Her motions were slow, and graceful
Grazing the water’s razor edge
And where the moon’s round reflection fell
That very spot – she stopped
And waited as if for something – what – I knew not
As, entranced, I knelt and watched.

And suddenly the water erupted
And shattered the serene spell
As he rose up like Excalibur,
In a splash of a bursting swell.
His hide was sleek, and gleaming wet,
So hard, and sinuous like an eel -
His hair was ink, his face was fine,
His silver eyes, like steel.

Shoulders broad, back so wide
He cut through the lake like a shark -
And though he seemed so cold, and lost,
His pale lips eased in a brief half smile
That lit him like a spark.

And as his stride and stroke parted the lake
To meet here here, half way
And as he wrapped his arms around her curves
His waist rose from the water’s rim
And I thought I saw a burnished gleam
Of a silver scales woven like mail.
And slowly my eyes began to close
As before them all passed like a dream
I only awoke before the sun rose
The dawn splitting the night’s velvet seams
And I almost thought I saw a girl
Climb out of the lake, and spread her wings
And take to the sky like a swallow in flight -
But before I could make sense of it
The girl was as gone as the night -
And in the horizon I could swear
A bird that wasn’t there before,
Flew away, flew out of sight.

Caught

I caught you in this moment

You caught me in your arms
I fell for you, a raindrop true
And was swallowed by your charms
There’s nothing in the potion
There’s nothing in the wine
Yet you took me like a spell
I couldn’t help but take a shine.

love is easy

Point

Inwish that wrre dreaming
Now
Or to fall asleep and not wake
Until i have forgotten all the dreams i
Laid on u. All the fantasy castles tgat i
Built that i
Know now will
Never come true.
I wish i was more than the handful of air that i am. That i clukd have
Surpassed myself..
And made us come to
Life.
These habds thatso
Lovr to built
Thus mouth that loves to say three words
This head thatvwas ornately filled eith pretty thoughts and dreams
With foolishness and schenes
I destroyed my only
Home
My onky hope, my evetything
I
Took it doen
Bit bynbit by bit
Amd in
Obe momebt
I looked stpund to see
A the carnage i have wreaked
And the only
Finfer left to
Point
Is mine
And yrt it points at me
A

Music

Something in the air tonight
I cannot quite express
It fills me full up when I breathe
And makes music in my chest
Heart beat like a battle drum
Except it makes me dance -
Well with that look right in your eyes
I hardly stand a chance.
My heart is filled with music
It make me need to sing
And though today it rained a bit
The parade goes on, full swing.
I dont quite understand myself
This is all the sweetest mess
And in the tangle of you, and I
I feel so bloody blessed.

A script - you are

i love mornings it reminds me how lucky i am - because i wake up and see your face

Draw for you

quick sketch in the late/early hours

from memory

drew this from memory... which is why its not perfect...but its meant to be less perfect and more expressive anyways.

An image

I cant eat I cant sleep
In that empty bed, I’m shaking and quaking and filled with dread
I know that it’s slipping out of my grasp
I need you I need you, to have you, at last.

But something I thought so invincible
This pretty picture in my head
Of you and me in the same frame, again.
I can hardly breathe, because I cant believe
That I may have to wait again
I waited for you, and I waited for you
And now I have to wait some more
And consider that the waiting might extend….
I look at the calendar all the time
And count down the maybes until
Your mine…
And all this time I thought for sure
That for the love of you, I could endure…
And still –for the love of you I’d do anything, I swear
But myself – I don’t think I can last till there.

I’m dying to hold you in my arms
I’m dying to feel your lips
I’m dying to have you next to me
I’m dying to make you real
So far you’re a thing that I love beyond
What I thought my heart could take.
But you’re still just an image, a voice in my head
The grasp of a ghost I cant shake.

The man in the tempest

Firmly grounded amidst  the mist

That rises like a night
Entrapt’ inside this swirling twist
Suddenly all is blight

But still stands there with anchored feet
And hands perched to each side
So steadfast does that smile keep
Such imploring in his eyes

And though that smile might just slip
A storm out, of his own
That almost equals the tempest where
Another would be thrown
But no, not he, he stands his ground
And waits till I subside
With gentle words and soothing sounds
The flood has almost dried

And though still the waters shake
And the clouds stay off white
The tempest leaves an-after quake
That it left a fright
It worries near another storm
That the calm might not last
That the man that stood the tempest
Might also now have passed.

birthday princessss

statuette

fuck

sleeping with you...

Crystallize

Adding swarovski buttons from my grandma's factory to a purse that was a bit plain for my taste.

Summer Love

I fell in love with you on a summers day
You’re eyes were blue
The sky was grey
The waves were coarse
Your skin was soft
The water cold
Your lips so hot.