I forgot

Too many fantasies feigned
I swore I could feel this again
I forgot my idea of heaven
Was your need, an avenue used

Thoughts served up too high
I swore I could ache to be alive
I forgot my moments of passion
Was your need, another beautiful lie

Heart beats wasting their blood
I swore I could bleed to be real
I forgot the way I was feeling
Was your need, a meaningless touch

Fingers tracing along the line
I swore I could define this pleasure
I forgot my moans in bliss
Was your need, just another time

Tipping the Velvet
I swore I could see the possibilities
I forgot my epiphany
Was your need, knowing you were alive

The Last Word

The labels
Their placed out on the table
Trying to keep me
From sanity, stability

The lines
Their drawn across the boundaries
Ignoring the needs
The seeds of growth

The lies
Their fixed in the headlines
Calling all it wishes
Bliss never had a slang

The living
Giving of a new experience
Listless and unknown
Shown in secrecy

The love
Of the kiss I never knew
You, the unexpected
Touched beyond measure

The leverage
Pulling at the strings
Your lingering eyes
Burning hands intertwine

The last word
Which will not be spoken
Labels are broken
This word we will not need