Tempo

A little poetry never hurt.

Written Sunday February 25, 2007

Dear,

Tell me how you feel.
Look in my eyes,
Unlock my heart,
Embrace and let kill.

Falling into irrationality.
I with you,
and you with me.
Bleed your very thoughts.
No bondage, live free.

Dirty, yet so clean.
Liberated, yet a secret's keep.
Beating, strumming...
Our hearts are thumping to the rhythm of the unordinary.

I am not worried.

My age has reversed 6 years.
All of this with no underlying fears.
I have yet to feel insincere.
For it is, you.

A body lying close to mine.
Holding hands in the starlight.
Under the moon, all has lost color.
"Live with no regrets,"
I say to my lover.


-R.