If I may?

This day is ending, tomorrow's a few minutes away,
I find myself a longing, longing for a beautiful day,
I really want that day to be, coming soon in my way,
'tis the day I can see you again, & kiss you, if I may?

Love is what love will be

They met once again, another wonderful day,
Felt the love and joy, all the way,
Found the answer, that broke all the ties,
In the dark depths, of each others' eyes.


Bit too much to twitter... Bit too short for blog?

Differential

He comes to her, an objective lover,
Dressed as a virgin, right ringed, his.
She was waiting long, lovely, lonely,
But yet is she unwell, he judges this.

Is this the place, wonders she, is he the one,
He will strip her bare, with grace, dignity,
Probe her deep with touch and thinking,
He will find her, coz, it's costly here, the experience.

So she is reassured, he approaches,
Bends to her heart, sprouting metallic twigs.
Transformed now, looking, listening, feeling, the sterile ceremony.
The rubber sheath/silver thumb,
Moves over her back and breast,
Chilling and willing her to breathe deep,
And up the tubes her breath comes sighing.

'Ahhh' she cries at the touch on her tongue,
As tighter and tighter exquisitely his rubber arm squeezes,
Willingly, she lies there opening up while he unfolds her,
Counting the tiptup, tiptup of her dutiful valves, their rhythm.

He has seen her, her kind, different editions,
Over and over again, many times,
He knows the stars outside the window.
Her symptoms constellate,
Form substance translated into words,
He hands her the paper,

"Give it time to heal, dear lady,
Goodbye,
It's been a most enjoyable diagnosis."

It starts dripping...

Drip.. drip.. drip.. drip..
Pooling..
Gathering together..
Preparing..
For a new journey..
Down.. Continuing..
Breathing life back in..
Assisting..
Overflowing..
Heralding.

Drip.. drip.. drip.. drip..
It has no beginning..
There might be no end..
If it's allowed.. to flow..
With it's will.

Drip.. drip.. drip.. drip..