the rush

where did it begin,

was it the hen & gin?

started out

as a quick 

get away,

a time to play,

didn't mean to stay,

yet the heat

of the moment

was an electric shackle

which imprisoned

wanton desire.

as if on fire,

the cadence 

exuded by their lust

thrust them

into a don't look back

scenario.

she envisioned

herself

at a rodeo

doing a do-si-do

on the tip

of his libido.

a few more sips,

past the lips,

and their hips

bucked and dipped

in time to sweaty moans,

such sensual tones,

and they threatened 

to reach the mountain top

together. 

that damn liquor

always made her

give in quicker.

in the morning,

sordid confessions

to the vicar

would soothe

her aching conscience.

but for the moment,

her hunger

was satisfied.

that feeling 

was justified

when she testified 

with a thunderous

climactic roar...

her second encore.

he smiled,

she cooed

they embraced

and the mood oozed

into dying heartbeats

amidst sweaty sheets.

el amor que nunca fue

funny...

when i looked into your eyes

on that fateful day,

there was no hint 

of utter disaster.

the only thing 

which stood proud

 and prominent

seemed to be the promise

of  eternity.

but who is here

to care for me

when the hurt surrounds

like predators

waiting to devour 

any residue

that was left?

can i

roll over

 to the warm spot

that still whispers your name

and plead my case?

or must i

take solace

in the fact

that you once gave me

empty vouchers

for yesterday's love?

the tears

have turned bitter...

once the sole reminder

that kept remorse

from rotting

our memories.

but now that i see no use

in the redeeming value

brought on by thinking,

i gladly surrender

and give my sanity

to the wind.

for the truth

will always remain

stagnant

within the walls

of my soul.

a knight in her court

bearing the scars

of a thousand yesterdays,

she sits...

waiting for the time 

when she can live again.

waits for the hour 

when she can 

stretch tired wings

and soar

into the arms 

that have been prepared 

for her.

a beautiful mind

thrown into a sea

beset 

with a rage 

which haunts and heckles.

betwixt pain and desire,

her course 

is set.

an image 

fades into view

bringing the promise

of a new being...

the wonderment 

which accompanies

heart beats

in duality.

yet again she must

wait.

the structure 

that has been ingrained

bust be realized.

but every woman

has needs...

she fights

the tears of temptation

and remains

rooted.

her time will come

and her knight 

will be one of

valor.

the undying bond

you left with the wind

at your back

and weeping

was my reward.

my heart went silent,

as the familiar sound 

it once gave,

was shocked to notice

you weren't near 

to comfort 

it's agonizing feat.

the nights,days and years

went strolling along

at snail speed.

your memory

whispered to me, 

riding the cool night breeze,

and i wondered 

if you remembered 

our moments 

in time.

my answer came

when you strolled back

into my past,

carrying the anger,

tears

and joy 

that only you bring.

the emptiness in my chest

was replaced 

with a rock solid skip

that shook my foundation.
the heart requires love at any cost
but the mind is there to temper 
that impatience.

i had learned to function

without you.

but now the confrontation

was at hand.

we owed it to ourselves

to question cupid's

cruel conundrum.

take hold of my sanity

and be gentle 

with my soul.

kiss me 

softly on the neck

and lay your head

in that familiar spot,

while we dance 

down the road 

of the essence of faith.