Sight Beyond Sight (Trains of Thought IV)

she sees
me
for me
myself and
I love
all of her
imperfect
perfection
is impossible
to put into words
failing to be adequate
adjectives
subjective
to the heart
beats in my chest
full of hope(ing)
to hear the bells
which can't be unrung
singing songs which can't be unsung
while doing things that cannot be undone
bra clasps the divine teat(er-tottering)
on the edge of in(s)anity
waiting to be filled
wholly spirit(ed)
away to a land
of milk and honey
love no limit
to the (not-so-)subtle
nuances in speech
and deed
to the land of my flesh
and blood (ties)
us together
forever and ever-ever(y)
time I think of you
our/are beautiful
relationships
standing the test of time
and time again
and again
my lover, my friend,
my confidence
never wanes
but waxes
poetic words
with friends'
wagers on the (ley) lines
of cocaine to a soul
detoxing the impure
thoughts of my mind
ensconced firm
lips pouting
child-like
innocence hiding
in plain sight
for sore eyes
red from crying
myself to sleep
alone night
after (k)night
in dully gleaming armor
all of my vows to my wife's
future happiness
is a warm blanket
wrapped in silver
Selene's light touches
upon my skin
to skin
and soul to soul
of a man's
greatest achievement
in life
long partnership
with the better half
and half
in his coffee-
colored complexion
reflected in her eyes
for me alone.

Mobius Mental Momentum (Trains of Thought III)

mind racing
against time
after time
wasted like white boys
on that white girl
you know it's true
that mistakes made
are lessons learned
the hard way
to strengthen
weakness
overcome
and become
better
than we were
before the sunshine
comes the rain
falling
into every life
long dream
a little dream
of me
and you
and us
together
forever
and ever(y)
time it's you I picture
perfect(ly) happy
holidays spent
like empty bottles
of wine(d)
and dined
on "I Dare You"
rolls around
and around
each other
significantly pleasing
to the eye
love the way you lie
be(d)side manner
of speaking
to my heart
and soul
searching for an answer
on the tip
of my tongue
against your body
massages with grapeseed oil(ing)
every inch of your form
and fashion(ing)
weapons out of caresses
lovingly given
freely flowing
back and forth-
coming again and again
and again back
to where we belong
to each other.