Tag: Poetry

I want to see the morning sun
before the day has yet begun.
And I want to see my lover’s nape still hidden in her hair.

I want to be more than I already am and more than they thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than they thought they would see.

I want to taste the lust of life
And taste the love that is my wife.
And I want to taste my lover’s yin still hidden in her head.

I want to taste the life of lust
Submission that will come with trust.
And I want to taste my lover’s sin still hidden in her bed.

I want to be more than I already am and more than I thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than I thought I would see.

I want to see the gothic flair
Cathedrals reaching to the air.
And I want to see my lover’s fate still hidden in her layers.

I want to see decadent views
Of all the thirst I see in you.
And I want to see my lover’s hate still hidden in her prayers.

I want to be more than I already am and more than you thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than you thought you would see.

I want to speak the poet’s words
Of long lost love and the absurd.
And I want to speak my lover’s need still hidden in her tears.

I want to speak language of love
Language of lust, language of doves.
And I want to speak my lover’s greed still hidden in her fears.

I want to be more than I already am and more than we thought I could be.
I want to be more than I thought that I could and more than we thought we would see.