Nothing More Beautiful ~Entrance~

A Baring Absence of Love

To see it all

As I lie

Cry

And wonder why

You won’t fall



Across greenest grass

Money and power

Sunlit hours

Colorful flowers

Dirty without class

Muddy and ugly

Hug and snuggly

Will you still love me?

Or will you pass

Baring no love



Across rivers run

Tears and fears

Cheers and jeers

All the years

Waters and sun

Old and new

Will you be true?

Bare and nude

Or won’t be the one

Baring no love



Across blowing winds

Rumors and words

Other girls

This whole damn world

Above my sin

Will you fly so high?

And not lie

Never say goodbye

Or will you sin

Baring no love



It is not enough

To think so

Live with no

And be so low

While you bare no love



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Orange You Glad

Ripe

Season of love

Do you like?

Am I enough?



Fallen, picked, or plucked

From so many to be

If I have such luck

I guess we shall see

To only… or be in love

You and me



As I’m stripped and peeled

The inside of me

My fate is sealed

Is this happening?

To know, to feel

With you to be



The taste, the rush

A sweet confection

Becoming us

Natural selection

Love and lust

Lips an intersection



My beautiful girl

A flood

Not one word

The flavor, the touch

My world

This love



But this season

This time

Doesn’t look a thing like Jesus

So you won’t be mine

I’ll have no reason

And you’ll say goodbye



Ripe

Far better to be rotten

Won’t love me right?

My love for you stoppin’



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More In The Closet...

In the dark, the shades and the hues

Only you I see

Not the pinks and the blues

But you and me

Call us doomed

As long as we can be



In the dark, is that cotton?

The touch the feel

Isn’t rotten

Pleasure is too real

And who wants to stop it

A righteous kiss to seal



In the dark, how much did we spend?

Is there really nothing?

Or only sin

There’s something

Seven minutes again

More for loving



In the dark, until another day

But let it be night

Don’t feel like dressing anyway

Out there it’s so bright

Let’s just stay

This love is so right



In the dark, we don’t see the mess

Let us be blind

Maybe assess

That love is kind

You don’t need your dress

Girl you’re so fine



Amazing, just the way you are

In the light

But in the dark

Our artificial night

Love won’t be marred

We will be so bright

A work of art

Keep it in the closet… all right



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Nowhere To Love

Nowhere, for
There are doors

To be knocked
And locked
Slammed
Because they can
Doorbells
Rejection can be Hell

Nowhere, you know
There are windows

The glass
Blinds close fast
Tapped
And trapped
My words
Won’t be heard

Nowhere, you saw
There are walls

Behind today
What I want to say
A fool
That can’t be cool
So I burn
And yearn

Nowhere, too far
There is a yard

And I must get off
Maybe get lost
Flowers in bloom
But none as pretty as you
Inside
We both hide

Nowhere, to try
There are eyes

Theirs
I cannot bear
Yours
Behind those doors
And mine know
No home so…

Outside
Wild, free, alive
Or homeless
But know this
I try
Though I’m terribly shy

To find a place to go
Somewhere only we know
I can have what I’m dreaming of
You, because here there is Nowhere to Love

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The Home... Please

The place
Home
But create
What I’ve never known

Somewhere
I’ve never gone
Don’t be scared
It’s where we both belong

The time
To find home
Where I’ll find
I’m not alone

What minute, hour, someday
Will I lay?
Your heart you gave
And love is made

The purpose
A heart is home
God’s service
Love is sown

Not roofs and walls
Blankets and sheets
I want it all
Just you and me

The blood
Wasn’t my home
I wasn’t enough
From it thrown

But my own family
Maybe
Could be
Lie with me

The love
Makes a house a home
You and I one
If this were known

Somewhere, anywhere
Our heats unite
Do you dare?
With me to lie

For what is home
But a place to be
This man fully grown
A girl with me
Where I am known
Finally
Home… Please

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Fine Dime

Fine dime
One of a kind
More like a dollar
That’s why I holler

Try and work
Be a jerk
All for her

Fine dime
And I whine
Because I’m no “quarter” back
Never had it like that

Before bottled water
With a quarter
Just to court her

Fine dime
To be mine
Would’ve been fine
If only for a time

But to drive… please
Hell to fly, a dream
She’s so high above me

Fine dime
I try to deny
The nickel in my pocket
But I can’t drop it

Her love I need
If it were free
Beg and plead

Fine dime
Financial bind
Give my heart and a penny
I’m still empty

Her heart a house
And I’m kicked out
Always without

Dollars and cents
Love makes no sense
And she’s so fine
But she’s not mine
One Fine Dime

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Spill

Spill
Better than any sleeping pill
Yes there’s water
And yet I quarter
For I am drowned
Bound
As you are too
In love us two

Spill
I steal
The heart, the honor, and the drops
But should I stop
To continue, to proceed, to want and need
You and me to be
A dream, a creation, the two of us
Making love

Spill
The skill
Of bodies entwined
Curves and lines
Perspire, inspire, lifting us higher
Heaven or Hell this fire
To treasure
Such pleasure

Spill
Until
All is spent
But not rent
You always
Night and day
Colors dry
Beneath the light

Spill
Here
Over you and me
And so we sleep
The light
You my beautiful sight
Love overflows until
Upon the bed we Spill

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At The Seams

Behind an infinity of zeros
Empty gardens
Baby and Yo’s
And sellers’ markets
A villain not a hero
I find my heart not hardened

My words
But a dream
Are they spoken and heard
Becoming to be
My love, beautiful girl
Love bursting at the seams

* * *

Behind wonder and amazement
Gasps and sighs
Such is entertainment
Wondering why
I fret
And try to hide

My fear
Of a queen
You can’t be real
Yet it seems
This thrill
Desire bursting at the seams

* * *

Behind trying and lying
Drips and drops
Begging and crying
You’re so damn hot
Who is dying?
And who is not

Not a man
But Beauty and the Beast
The monster I am
A sin to want and need
Am I damned?
Hell bursting at the seams

* * *

Stretching, popping, and bursting
Set me free
Of this yearning
Bursting at the seams

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