It Comes

It comes like a freight train
rushing through a mountain pass
unstoppable like a hurricane fire
reducing everything to ash

the rush of adrenaline
the power of its pure force
undeniable with all its intent
leaving no remorse behind

no stone unturned in it
nothing left to question
words unspoken still
heard nonetheless

heart to heart
beat for beat
racing forward l
ike the dawn

come on love
come to me now
bring all you have
take me down

its coming my release
from the prison
from all the pride
from all the weight

it comes sure and real
like the burning of the sun
you come for me slowly
stalking your prey

bear down upon me
wash it all away move
me to tears
show me how to pray

ill breathe you in and out
and breathe you in again
the age old connection
has come again

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The Art of the Kiss

At times

I've thought that the art of kissing

moving close

a hand caressing a cheek

that tilt of the head as your eyes flick from his eyes

to his lips

and back again

leaning in as lips graze lips

and you trade breath

and taste

until you to lose your bearings

I thought this was lost

but the kiss -- like anything else worth doing

is art

and must be practised

and perfected

and is better with a muse