The Page of Love   
    

  

	To me, love is one of the greatest things to aspire to on the 
planet. Not that money isn't important, because a gal can't live on love 
alone. As cheesy as it may sound to you, love in some ways is the last 
bit of real magic left in the world. To me it is this great force that 
makes parts of us want to be better than we are today.  For some of us 
the hope of having this eternal love from that one special person is 
worth  all heartache and pain it takes to find it. Most of us whether we 
want to admit it or not revel in love. We cry, we yell, we scream, we 
dream and we fight for love.  And in the end goobers like myself become 
mentally obsessive about it.  I don't know about you, but it plagues me 
and it is all I want.  I have this saying that I believe in: En el mundo, 
hay solomente uno persona por cada persona.  Which roughly means that there 
is one person out there for us and all we have to do find them.

 

My Lover

My Lover
Is an angel
With soft lips
   Moist and 
        Warm
And his 
    Eyes
When gazing
     Upon me
Shine and 
     Glimmer
Like a beacon
   In a thick
Night mist
    Guiding me
To him
And with him
   There's no
    Pain
Only peace

© 1999 Cloudwalkers Inc.


       

  












I'm not made of glass

Don't treat me like glass
Like some porcelain doll
That's going to break
If you touch me
Too hard
For too long

I'm not glass
And I'm longing
To be held 
Long
And strong
Kissed and stroked

I'm not the Madonna
I'm not the archetype
Of perfect womanhood
I'm just a woman
That wants to be wanted

And as crazy as it sounds
I long for the days
When someone 
     Was so desirous 
Of me
That I was like a 
Mouse to his
Cat
Caught up in this
Crazy game of 
Chase

With the insane driving 
Passion
That woke me up
Everyday
In a state of 
   Joy
So overwhelming
That I didn't know
What to do with myself

Hold me
Touch me
Kiss me with 
Crazy passion
Grab me
Engulf me
In your arms

Quit thinking
So much
That we end up 
In this deadlock


Of dry,
Dead,
Nothingness

I'm not a porcelain doll

Don't stare at me
Like I'm not real
Don't treat me
Like you're afraid 
   Of me
Just because
You see me as
Pure

Don't let it
Hold you back
So
You start to 
Hate me
Or the frustration
Grows so much
That this thing
Between us
Whatever it is
Shatters.

© 1999

       















       


















I miss you

I miss you
Your blue/gray eyes
Your red curls 
Your smile
Your embrace
Your hands on 
My face
Brushing it gently
I miss your
  Soft red lips
Tugging at mine
You warm skin
So close
  That it is my own
I miss long talks 
   And walks 
And skating close
   To something wild
I miss your giggles
   And making them
And snuggling in some
Room
Lit by candles
  Alive with music
But most of all   
   My friend
I miss you.

© 1998 Cloudwalkers Inc.


       




  
 
 
 
 
 
 




I Like It

I like the idea 
Of being
  Excited
All of the time
  Lust
Eating at my flesh
Desire
Beating at my
Bones
And having
Wild
Wild
Wild
Fantasies
That  
Leave 
Me 
Short 
Of breath

© 1999 Cloudwalkers Inc.


       



















 Before you                   

  

    
 
      
Before you

        Passion - was a fairytale

        And dizzy thrills

        Were nonexistent

        Before you

        Touches didn't touch me

        And "I love you."

        Hit me like a 

        Boring politician's speech 

        Feelings were 

        Mostly shallow

        Leaving me numb 

       
 Now I know 

      What it's like
 
      To feel it 

      From your head 

            to your toes

      
 
    
    
 
      
Where desire

        Disorientates

        Making me want

        Crazy things

        To feel the 

        flame that is 

        your touch

        Upon my skin 
      
For before you

     There was nothing

       Nothing
      
 
 
  

(c) 1998

       





















Grownup Thoughts 


Funny how
what seems like 
Last week
I thought marriage
Was a thing that 
Grownups do

Now when I'm
With you
I can see it
the white gown
the musicians
the marching
the dancing
When I'm in 
furniture stores
I can see us
Waking up in a 
huge bed
Side by side
I imagine you
as my best friend
My lover
Being together
In this 
Play of life.

The funniest thing 
of all
Is that I've grown up
or have managed
to love you enough
To have grown up
thoughts.

©1998


        
                  




 From Oblivion 

I'm falling in and out
Of arms
Slipping from 
Mouth to mouth
Into oblivion
Where
Faces...disappear
Where
Only the body exists
On an everlasting journey
For freedom and
Peace
A belonging 
To skin
To breath
To warmth
To touch
Not to man

Lying in my momentary lover's arms
Feeling the warmth
Of his soft skin
Knowing that he
Will be 
Soon replaced
By another

Until the arms
Enfolding me 
Holding with a grasp so tight
That I cannot move
Knowing that no other
Kiss will be as sweet
Or touch will be...

As soft

Cloudwalkers   © 1998