When I held your face in my hands
All the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place,
And in my mind’s eye,
I discovered that the meaning of life is,
Love.
When I held your face in my hands
All the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place,
And in my mind’s eye,
I discovered that the meaning of life is,
Love.
Life is a song that tragedy beckons to an end,
The melody is the company that holds your hand when it does;
Children are your echo that history cannot deny.
The ropes that tie my heart in knots
Stretch taut and strain
As my heart swells
Against the bonds that restrain love
These ropes cut like blades ‘n’ bleed profusely
For, death is a relief without
The freedom to love!
The bad boy you liked,
Trouble had a knack of finding him
His tattoos,
You had a habit of tracing with your expertly manicured nails – you must’ve done it a 1000 times,
As he whispered the story behind each one
Secrets, he shared that said he trusted you above others,
Made you feel very special
You got accustomed to his piercings,
Nestling against your body in that way they did
Intoxicated by his caresses,
He became your addiction,
Your one good deed,
That thrilled you to repeat
Doing time, while he was inside;
Felt like you were in prison too
Loyalty, he demanded,
Which you had no qualms about
Though if you were honest,
Your eyes rested a little longer than they should:
On the thoroughly decent man across the road
Bland he may have been,
But at least he was there
You found yourself inviting him in,
And found trouble and mischief had infected you as well
Self-pity makes you forget the consequences,
Until your senses returned
And you had to admit:
The bad boy had made you into a bad girl,
Without you knowing it
You had left too many marks on the good man across the road,
For your indiscretions to be completely unnoticed by his wife,
To slowly corrupt the happiness that they had had,
And, you liked that you had
Except, you forgot that the bad boy you had liked
Was not the forgiving type,
And, underestimated the lengths a scorned wife would go
To settle scores for impertinence sakes
A recipe that does not bode well for a bad girl trying to cover up an indiscretion;
Or, an otherwise dull man sitting on a large family inheritance,
With a sociopath for a wife in disguise laying in wait,
To seize on any excuse to trigger an early windfall.
Ever since she left,
Pebbles have been drawn to my heart,
Weighing on me,
Like wet rocks stretching polythene to tearing,
I can think of nothing else but this weight,
And, I keep asking myself:
How can I have been this in love,
Without even knowing it?
We trade affection in a look,
It gently caresses and teases;
Infusing the very air that surrounds you,
With warmth and anticipation;
And mimics a single hand, tenderly caressing your cheek;
For this is the fledglings of love foretold,
And I am patiently waiting for you to catch up to me!
Betrayal,
It’s only the ones you know about,
I ran a train through our bedroom, while you were out working to pay the bills,
Is it still sadistic, if I only get a kick out of hurting you?
You don’t want to think about how it got this way,
You played your part in it,
And, yes, I did mine, too;
You must have known I wasn’t the faithful type,
You enjoyed the thrills that came with that tag,
Can’t be too surprised to find some drawbacks too;
The truth is:
You’d forgive me again, if you just let yourself,
So, just take a sip of this Black Russian,
And, start forgetting anew;
You’ve played the oblivious, dipsy wife this far,
You can keep playing it;
Baby, if you want me,
I’m afraid you’re gonna have to.
A blissful start to the day,
Waking up tangled within a lover’s embrace,
Loosing track of:
Where she begins and you end;
You end and she begins,
A blur to the senses,
Reawakening of the sublime;
Leaving you wishing:
If only this moment could stretch out for eternity,
Placed within a snow globe,
Suspended in alkaline,
And put out for display:
To represent, what is surely the happiest moment of your life todate.
She fans the dust in my direction,
Motes of light,
Carrying a million whisps of nasal ticklers,
Inviting me to a fit of sneezing,
Looking on,
Mischievously!