Trying to Write the Perfect Love Poem

Papers balled upon the floor
Pages ripped from notebooks
Scratched words from the page
So many words in the world
yet none can describe this feeling
I sit here, writing a love poem
for no one in particular
but just for love itself
I think of all the kisses I miss
the warm nights in warm arms
Those butterflies fluttering in my tummy
I think of those moments that make me smile
The type of smile that affects everything
That makes you forget about everything
Promises made under moon and starlight
Hands held in pouring rain
I think about the passion that come from bare hands on bare skin
The world that sweat slicked bodies dance in
Those moments when time and space disappear
and there is only here and now
and each other
I think of the fights that build strength
and the tears that show compassion
I think about skipped heart beats
lost breaths
stolen kisses
sweet whispers
soft caresses
cute pet names
long telephone conversations
moments of silence that say more than words

Another page crumpled and on the floor
'cause the words just can't describe the feeling
I sit here writing a love poem
for no one in particular

Sinners, Saints, Angels, and Demons

I live in a word between heaven and hell
where both sinners and saints reside
where angels and demons can be one in the same
with the flip of a coin, or a turn of the calendar
Where one mans pain is another's pleasure
Where you can hurt deep within the depths of your soul
and rejoice in the heights of your imagination

I was once told "Every saint has a past, every sinner- a future"
They walk a fine line everyday
Thinner than that of genius and insanity

Almost a grand costume ball
where everyone wears a mask to hide what's within
or
like an elaborate theater production
Where everyone plays a role nothing like themselves
The range of the actors spans far and wide
and the writing captures every human emotion
as the lines fall from rose petal slips of tongue that drip with acid lies

There is a tangle in the forces of good and evil
An on going balance that must be maintained
Either behind closed doors, when moon beams give light to dirty deeds
Or in open outdoor forums, where the suns rays shine light upon truth

Yes, the world I live in is full of
contradictions of convenience
Where one's up is another's down, and the directions change as the wind blows
The purest of hearts can come packaged with the wickedest smile
And the darkest soul with the softest eyes

Sinners, Saints, Angels and Demons
all hand in hand in this world I live

The long ride home

I can feel you all around me
Your intoxicating allure suffocates me
Fills my mind with illusions of grandeur
Things whispered as pillow talk
That will never come to fruition

Last night was a beautiful moondance
Cloud dancing
Bodies weak from the symphony
Of our love making
Moans,and sighs
All entertainment for the
Angels and demons watching

Morning light softly filtering through
Those white curtains
Leaving a sunrise blue haze
over our naked bodies

Half conscious
Still immersed in your sweet, toxic hallucinogen
I inch closer to your warm body
And without waking
you wrap your arm around my waist

Afternoon spent in bliss
Cuddled under soft warm covers
Watching animated tales of
Tortured lovers

Nightfall comes
And reluctantly I must bid you adieu
But not before one more
Sensual dance

A little water clears us
Of this deed
As I let the hot water cascade over my body
Your hold starting to break
As I slowly come to my senses

Clothing on
Cab called
A kiss goodbye
And I'm on the train

Miles away from you now
And your effect still lingers
Ears missing your voice
Cheek yearing for sweet kisses
And skin needing a fix of your touch