Amore

In the deep dark dead of the  night
Long before dawns spreading light
When everything appears black or white
Enfolded in gentler greys
A lady steps into my forest
Quite naked
To bathe in the light of the stars
To me this has never seemed strange.
She’s my beautiful fairy wife. Her wings are gently throbbing.
And I always watch
Though she says I must not
She could damn my eyes but I know she won’t

By muscle bone, and seed-sack

By the lancing glance of my eyes

I will bring her to my bed

I am the king of the wood and will do as I must.

I am bound by lust

And night is the time for love and passion.

We must always make time to make love

Love Poem

Her essence lingers on the breeze,
beside the lake, beneath the trees,
on every path i walk alone
she is my darling, and my own.
She haunts my dreams.
She is my home.
She cherishes the best of me.
She holds me close
and sets me free.
She is my glory and my joy.
She’s made a man of this lost boy.

I’d drag the stars from out the skies
to show her how much light she brings.
There’s heat and warmth to every day.
The love I feel I cannot say.
Words seem weak and faded things.
I give my heart. She gives me wings.
A fire inside me blazes, burns,
as I wait here for her return.
My heart is bursting with such love
it challenges the sun above.