Poetry

I

You burrow into my heart
are up against the embankment of my goodwill
and it feels as if we will never be apart
as if you do not bare me any ill

and there is only ground and hard skin
set between the emotions of love that does remain
while you are centring in
with all the heartache and pain
 
that comes with life as it daily goes
and at times you do feel much to close.
 
My resistance is weak,
while I am trying to protect my own humanity,
are trying to regain my mental capacity
and I wonder what you do seek?
 
II

You are rubbing me mad,
are turning love into lust and desire\
and at times I am glad and other times sad
while you are driving to be one
with my central core,
are trying to secure me before I am gone,
are burning me with a kind of fire
that can destroy and also make whole
that needs and wants just more and more
and I see you eyes peering into my very soul
while I wonder if this is how love really is
and find something deeper in each and every kiss.