There All Along

Oh yes,
I've won.
And won again,
and tamed this beautiful mystery
so much soul I had spent.
It makes sense.
At the fruition of it all
to leave everything behind
and answer your call.
But with a careful diligence
I must decline,
to keep your lust and attention
at a straight line.
Offer me your hand
as a way to read my mind.
So delicately you spread
your heart,
in front of me
such a work of art.



Tell me you love me openly.

Take Advantage

I suffer through,
as those of me who do,
to make a mark
upon a heart
so beautifully true.

But fate belies that
the heart of ten million
could not realize,
these desperate claims
I struggle to.

Oh round and wondrous muscle!
Give me peace at last.
Do not let the pain of the past
block my desire,
It's unsteady so fast!

I say no
let them go,
and then my heart dies
when I see them love another.

How I wish my discipline was different.
My judgment not so clouded.
My heart would be sturdy and ripe.
My desire never unfounded.

You cannot expect my head to go blind,
when another woman comes to mind,
it eats slowly away
at my irrational fears.
Till they come to fruition
as endless dusty tears.

Love is not something I find
I can deal with at the moment,
but any affection I do pay you dear,
will go completely unnoticed.

Shades of Reflection

For every sun in my dreams alight
the sun is a gold bounty of might
moon dost swoon at such a sight,
but hides her love in dark night.
Will love triumph in deep shadow?
The shade penumbra colors in
resonates in the darkest din.
Love's twilight may be modest
to the sun's effervescent light,
but it echoes on to great unknowns,
to whisper to stars so bright,
the moon's undying twirl around
this stars magnificent white.

Love Poem

Super slowly
will you approach me.
Eyes glowing in a hazy gaze. Sweet smells of cologne,
will my waifish ways.
And so on will we tremble, when your eyes meet mine.
We will wish the world to end, with my sweet lips in thine.

It is so determined, by the misty gods above,
That our eyes meet in the beginning, and our lives end in love.
-Sigma (November 21, 2009)

Forty-five past midnight.

So much time spent weeping
How can there be tears left?
~' There is not...
You sent me a message
on amplitudes of the wind,
winding down the extended
corridors of my heart,
narcissisticly postulating
your determined arrival date.
Expecting your royal welcome.
I have none...
I have simply forgotten.
I have forced myself to forget,
Since you have consistently forgotten.
So here I stand, with a dagger in my hand
ready to commit the ultimate crime of shame,
allowing myself to be ready for you,
forgetting what is true,
that I can never see you.
But let me remind myself
of what I'm here to do.
Remember what it means to love,
and silently live through.

Half right

Grasping my pillow,
imagining perhaps,
a steaming engine of love...or passion.
His slender frame tall...
his dusky, winded black hair.
Rapine humor pillaging every inch of me.
Sensuality never felt so good.
Quelling in my being is the knot of uselessness.
I feel so helpless. Without him, I am without.
I never feel so bad, though I wish him here.
I send him my love, ever so tangible,
in little waves filled with hope. A carepackage of love.
Bestowed upon him
with the greatest tenderness
Come closer, your scent wafting
over troughs and amplitudes
of the years.
Be one with me, and we'll find ever sacred
part of ourselves left untouched.
the pebbles of my life, with help, will
smooth and dull so that maybe, perhaps,
I'll find a kindness I never knew.
I feel the distance between us dissipate
and fill with our rousing passion.
I wish the world to become clear with you,
rather than anesthetize.
we will not die with nonsense
if we find it in ourselves
to sacrfifice our will
for each other.