Painted Words

It was the "hello".

The one that led too goodnight,

Said with a smile so bright.

And that goodnight to good morning,

Then, to love without warning.

It was the, "how was your day"

Words that led me to stray,

And old bonds that would fray.

The "how did you sleep?"

On nights that I couldn't

And all that was there

were things that I shouldn't.

It was the "i really miss you"

Those words that were true

The ones that from you

Were the ones that blew,

Like graphite on paper

The very breath that I drew.

For your existence is art,

And I wish never part

Right from the start.

It's goodbye that I dread,

Let life fade, all that made this infinite braid

For words not brayed to fray this perfect weave

Then all that could - should, would, exist,

No thing left that does resist.

Not left to desire, I require more to re-fire yore.

The log that burns with flames that turn

And a heat that spurns all that we yearn.

A yesterday, no lesser say

It's always there, now - then - and when

What we've felt is what we weave -

Frayed and 'Fraid this braid that stayed

Is all we've made, all we've laid,

Like bricks we lay to help us stray

From lone path that once repaved.

A moment's thought, not one that's taught,

It comes and stays, and can't be bought.

It hums and prays, refuses sought.

A fray or stray, imperfect perfections

Create the ray that shines through day

To grant you light unknown to all

But known to all - just not felt,

Shadows play and sway along the gray beneath our feet,

trees bob and weave against the breeze on this eve

where our hands meet to weave a deep reprieve so sorely needed.

Her lips retrieve what once made me grieve, I can finally breathe.

White light paints the sky and pales to her radiance

as her smile lights up her eyes -

pure blue stars bright as day that warm my heart and form my art.

From the start she tore apart a perception of dejection

I had made my own - sewn into bone,

she clipped the threads that made me stone

and rewrote the story that made me lone.

She called me home and now we roam

It started with her smiles,

for miles and miles

they lined the aisles

within my mind.

She defined love for me,

and from above

realigned a broken mind

that was resigned to settle.

Cold metal slides from my wrists,

and balled fists release their grips

on the brokenness of a past's twists.

She persists as I insist,

and mutually we begin to exist again,

and finally I'm kissed again.

I tried to abstain,

but like champagne at a celebration -

resolve wanes. Now she reigns,

and like the arcane -

through my veins she is ingrained.

And for forever, I will never

Want to sever our love together -

So through infinity, blessed by divinity

When embers ignite,

I will fan the flames of passion

that spring forth -

that they may burn away

all that's turned away, our love.

I yearn the day that I learn

the way in which you raise

the name we have prayed for.

We are what we've stayed for,

what we've strayed for,

and what we've paid for.

I laid awake, waiting to take

what makes me stake my life

and break my strife -

to have a wife that

drives me to describe

love as bright and not as ice.

A choice, not nice,

but a choice more wise

than continual demise.

And while we rise and fall -

As our sleeping chests -

loads and loads and loads and loads -

I can tell it's the absolute mostest.

So when you yawned and it dawned on me

That I am more than fond of you - I knew

That my love for you was just as big

As your love for me and I see that we

Experienced everything we had to

In order to become who we are for each other.

You're my lover, you're my friend, you're my world

And I'll forever tend - until the end -

This love we share, this perfect pair.

So when you tell me, you love me

Bunches and bunches and bunches

And my face scrunches into the smile

That metaphorically punches your heart

I know I will see magnificence again

As your lips part and your teeth bare

Like naked fire I see desire dancing in your eyes

Voracious and flirtatious it takes us ever higher.

I can't deny her and now she's wired through my soul,

The sole owner of my whole, the sealer of this hole -

She holds me tight, so bold and right

all through the night to wake me with her light.

I see her smile and for a while I cannot find my thought,

Amazed and dazed, her lips ablaze she watches what she caught.

Then lips lock, and bodies rock, and sparks begin to flock

As the clock ticks and we talk, time begins to stop.

She's right there, with lovely hair - I just can't help but stare.

Gracefully she makes for me, to take from me

I see divinity, and through infinity

The consistency of my affinity

For you will become antiquity

As our love goes down in history

And not just as his story -

But her story too - don't worry,

For without you by my side

There is only one side to my story

And that would be fine, but lack glory.

You are glorious, and I am curious

To see you furious, and victorious,

Even imperious because you make us.

Us is what I want, in a font that says

"Envy them" in bold letters as I write

Letters to you that unfold with your heart

Your simple reassurance, like water and sunlight

To withered crops, revitalizes my soul.

The barest communication, light as a feather

Acts as a tether that brings us together -

Full circle - three-hundred and sixty degrees

Becomes my body temperature as you reignite

The fight inside me, I'll burn bright tonight.

You might not know, the light that grows

Beneath what shows is what guides this prose.

I suppose until I can't, I'll hold this pose,

She pulls away and I press to stay -

Right against her lips, mine play.

A stray glance to say, "do you feel me?"

Her eyes ignite my own, and I bite

Now I write to burn the sight -

With all my might - into that night.

Her voice is lost she makes the choice -

A bared whisper as I kissed her -

I want to spell "us" on a trellis

so no one can tell us

what the hell is right.

I'd add bright lights so night eyes

can read between the crossed lines

to find that our love combines.

It's not right, but it's not wrong -

what we found after so long

shouldn't end with "so long"

like the end of a sad song.

It's too strong, in your arms I belong

and though life can be long

I'd charge headlong

into something that could be lifelong

I will kiss them.

I will kiss you.

When your lips are ready

Let slip the words

That will sound the beginning.

When your lips are ready

Welcome me home

into the arms found only in my dreams.

When your lips are ready

Lock them with mine

The time will come.

Days will fade, as nights grow darker.

Nights will sharpen, as days grow starker.

Sights do change, as time exchange -

A minute paid, a minute cost,

A fair trade, a coin tossed.

The time is coming.

Days still blend, as nights do pass.

Nights still phase, as days do mass.

Sights arranged, as minds estrange.

Ten minutes paid, a minute cost,

A fair trade, a check embossed.

The time is close.

Days shall sink, as nights breathe deeper.

Nights shall shine, as days breathe weaker.

Sights deranged, memories unchanged.

Your life is paid, a minute cost,

A fair trade, a fortune lost.

The time has come, you hear the drums,

Rhythmic beats as strings do strum.

A chorus hums, as life succumbs.

The time has come, and all shall fade -

Save what's shared, and loved ones made.

The gates do bade, be unafraid -

It's the small things,

They rest in the background

Of the most immaculate image.

They blur in shades of grey,

Mere whispers among a chorus

That are drowned out amongst

The most vibrant rainbow.

"You could have done better,

I've seen you do better -

I could tell the nerves got to you."

"I'm here for you

And I always will be,

until I am no longer. "

They bleed into normality

Seeping through the cracks

Of broken households

Spurring envy into action.

Where your feet are grounded

Mine have no traction.

Of stories told and praise sounded,

For me, it's just redaction.

I cannot see the words

That rang hollow in your ears

As day after day they accumulate

Like fallen leaves upon your lawn -

One and two, three and four,

Until they blow across your door -

Just more work to look upon

As dusk turns light and moves to dawn

Another day where you're the son,