The definition of a mystery is what lies behind that beautiful smile.
A beautiful brilliance, fluttering eyes.
I could lay to rest any misconceptions,
well at least at the depths of a stranger's glare.
What's to come of two people separated by a wall of emotion.
Lost in pages of unspoken words subtlety lingering,
fantasying in hypotheticals. Confronting conflicts that would only aid in the chocking off of any ambitions.
This is the game of attraction. An awkward exchange of words,
ideas that form thoughts.
You held my attention from the beginning,
with just a simple hello, acts of kindness.
Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow gas tanks. Rainbow skimmers
flick and soar.
A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.
Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.
Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying’
swimming in and out
of their bloody teeth.
It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.
Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.
Adventure - A Didactic Cinquain
Adventure
Freebooting, foolhardy
Fantasying, voyaging, tethering
Ever so imagined
Gamble
2/3/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
I stare at the empty chair sitting next to mine
Her hair blonde and long
Her eyes blue
Her smile so new
I stare at her legs
Bare and so damn fine
In my heart I want her all
In every way imaginable
Dress her down
Slide my hands on her legs
So breath taking
So far from my sights
I’m dreaming now
Fantasying of her sitting here
With me now
Maybe later
Maybe later
I’ll feel her love again
I stare at an empty chair sitting next to me
Her hair blonde and long
Her eyes blue
Her smile so new
I stare at her legs
Bare and so damn fine
Maybe later
Maybe later
I’ll feel her love again
Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow, rainbow skimmers
flick and shimmer.
A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.
Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.
Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying
swimming in and out
of bloody teeth.
It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.
Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.
Dim tunnels curve a segmented ocean.
Bat-winged feeding specters
browse glass. Scaly hulls
blow gas tanks. Rainbow skimmers
flick and soar.
A child’s sweet nose pressed
against a face so horrible,
bubbles of fear pop
in my brain.
Above us, jellyfish swim,
dendritic minds dangling.
tentacles of electric awareness.
Sharks circle waiting to be fed.
shark lovers, perhaps fantasying’
swimming in and out
of bloody teeth.
It’s a movie - we gawp and admire,
shiver and savor
between margins of beauty
and grotesque gulping’s.
Red and blue squadrons
of directional floor arrows,
lead us out into the light -
a place that some believe
is a safer landscape.
My mind is fantasying with every tantalizing thought of you,
Your essence is mesmerizing, there is no patronizing point of view,
Your presence is testifying, there’s order in your beautiful hue,
In this time that is energizing, you bring rhyme to my inner cue
It is true, I’ve been so delusional
Straying away from reality
Desperation clouds my mind, and so does the lust
It is evident I refuse to let go
My attraction for you will not let it
I need to search for the words and try again
To free my tainted heart
To escape the void of love that is aching
If possible can I be given something new
I’m tired of standing motionless
Being caught in a parade of devoted inner-torture
Why can’t I see out of this tunnel vison
I want her, please her
I’m thinking too much
I’m fantasying too much
I’m hurting too much
All because I want to gaze at her beauty
Hold her
Be with her
This must burn, let the ashes of this love scatter
So I may leave with a clear continence
I’m tired of being rejected the one that no one sees.
I’m tired of falling in love and my love never can be, even though I love her she
does not love me.
I’m tired of falling in love because the one that gets hurt is me.
I’m tired of thinking if she is thinking of me.
I’m tired of wondering if she is wondering about me.
I’m tired of being there for her because she was never there for me.
I’m tired of caring for her because she does not care about me.
I’m tired of dreaming of her because I know she does not dream of me.
I’m tired of crying for her and thinking me and her could be.
I’m tired of fantasying that she well be with me.
I’m tired of loving her and her not loving me.
I’m tired of giving my love to her and her not giving her love to me.
I’m tired of loving her, caring for her, thinking of her, dreaming about her,
because I know she will never love me like I love her.