SLOW DANCE

As we stand in the middle of the dance floor,

 I stand in silence to calm the beating of my heart.

The lights fade all around us as the spot light seeks us!

All aboard...this yacht is leaving its shores.

As you move seductively with the stream of lights.

I can't help but gain the very tool that has me fixed on you.

A tilt of a head and a Strong gaze...

... O yeah that would be my sight.

Tonight you're Bonnie and I'm your Clyde!

Like the material moving up your thigh.....

...... I WANNA RIDE......

Put your leg up on my hip and I'll gladly persuade yo into a taunting romantic dip.

The music stops to give witness.

The music speaks again as our bodies master the art of strip tease.

The lights rise from around us with applauds.

Whispers cry out!

Can you play that song again?

PLEASE....

PLEASE....

D.Sharp



Sight Of The Blind

You are the flame to my candle.
With you....light is shed amongst the coming and the going of time.
History is made each time I look into your eyes. Moments are kept with each and every touch of your paradise.
Unconditional love started when you fixed your lips to say my name.
I am here to be yours - I am here awaiting you to bare my name!

Emotionally I don't speak nor show enough.
A habit that does need seeking and guidance.
My every thoughts begin with your beautiful existence guarded by the rough tenor of my fence.
I speak in your tongue and I walk in your shoes!

A day without you....what am I to do?
I know I can choose to open my eyes and regain sight but i think not!!!
I want to enjoy you from my inner light.
A inner light that will allow me to better understand my five senses regarding you.

D.Sharp

FROZEN

My mind lurks for an answer as my body searches for its identity.

I mourn every morning, afternoon, and night!

What has happened to who I was, who I am, what has happened to me?

My hands cover my face as I stare off into the distant light.

Tears become my words as sniffles become my sound.

I am that of a caged bird.......

A shell of its self constantly being drowned!

Speak not unto me but to my heart for healing.

I am withering slowly......

Time is not of the essence but of my internal killing!

Blessings be to them who receives favor.

Life is a mystery and the mind is a mere maze of routes.

I'm standing in line shivering awaiting to understand what warmth is about.

D.Sharp