The best are those,

And hold your hand,And look into the endless love,In your eyes,And know you understand.

As gamingTreasure,Words, I playIn a most,PleasurableAnd curiousWay,They becomeWhat I thinkWhat I feelWhat I writeAnd what I say,Word games,As companyI play,Sudden flings,Inner ringsOf feelingsKeeping me alive,In spite of everything.

Or is it both feeling at once?Our understanding finds appeal,In what mysteriously we feel,And think that enters thru the heart,Not that it matters,Which comes firstNor if they both are touched at once,The most important thing’s the burstOf deep emotional, wave shock,The Thunderbolt that will unlock,That light that’s waiting in the dark.

Your poetry is youAnd you are your poetry.Neither can live without the other,And Glory is found,When the two co-existIn almost perfect harmony,Liberating the Soul,Thru this unstoppable call.

Behind the makeup mask,There’s unknown spaceWho can predict the ride?We all do wear some makeup,Real or false or shrewdTrying to turn our vital tide,And language is the perfect, PlayAll made up, on our side.

To make it comeTrue,Just me and you.