INSOMNIA

 11:35 p.m.

What is she thinking about?

Is she sleeping on her left or right side?

Is she dreaming about what we've got?

Is she snuggled up tight tonight?

1:18 a.m.

I should sleep I mean really,

Later today I will be busy.

Meetings, parents, call me crazy,

I can't help but think about my lady.

2:36 a.m.

Tick Tock, Tick Tock,

She loves me, she loves me not.

Time seems stationary, I'm like a nomad,

Quite sad because like Jimmy, She is all I got.

3:42 a.m.

“Toss one, Toss two” what's on her mind?

“Toss three, Toss four” I hope it's the same as mine.

I hope she's okay, I can't wait to hear her.

Please wake up so I can tell you I love you.

5:59 a.m.

OK! Snap out of it! You know she loves you,

You know she will be there when you wake.

Ready for your embrace, love, and grace,

Ready to give you all she has, just have faith.

6:05 a.m.

Before I go, let me call and see if she's up,

See if I can hear her angelic voice,

Hopefully, it's no noise, I mean she does have the choice,

“It's ringing......” She picks up........

LOVE IN THE DARK

Why are we fighting?

Why does our love for each other be clouded by

The minor issues that are forgotten the day after?

We say things that hurt each other,

then say sorry and boom,

Back into each other.

Finding it hard to understand why we bicker and fuss,

When that shit shouldn't even matter.

See we are what really matters,

And that's the way it should be,

You and I against the world,

Writing our own history.

So come here baby girl,

Let me love you just right,

Kiss your forehead,

Look in your eyes and then tell you good night.

And don't you worry,

I will be here when you wake up later,

In my arms, on my chest,

Where we're in our perfect forever.

ART

Time is of the essence when in your presence,

You lie in the bed, showing off your presents.

Laced in nothing but your skin,

I stare and then dive in.

Pablo Picasso on your body,

You look back, and grin.

Fingers along you...caressing,

Tongue within you...relaxing,

Soothing the mind with these fine lines

Of love and senseless romancing.

Tonight is the night if you didn't know,

The way your body art starts to glow,

Showing off your curves...the perfect flow,

Back arching...that's the perfect show.

I'm painting the perfect picture of us,

So how deep do you want me to go?

Slight lust...deep thrusts?

Or would you prefer it slow?

Bed, floor, counter top, door?

Couch, appliances, maybe something more?

See this art is only for our eyes,

Our bodies, our lives.

Michelangelo like, our art thrives,

And this passion, it won't die.