Too Little, Too Late/ Too Much Too Soon

We see each other
Deep,

          Deep,

                    Down.

His eyes are like dark wells, full
Of all the pain, and suffering, and love within
His grin can be so so genuine
Reflecting the agony of the world exterior

But when he looks at me
With those

Deep,

Deep,

Eyes...

He can see into mine.

His smile...
I swear, it can light up a room
Like a nuclear explosion,
A detonation deep within my heart
A conversation held not in vain;
He makes deep love to me with words alone

Words that without his intellect,
Have no meaning
Intellect that without his sentiment,
Show no feeling

Every page I turn,
I can smell his incense,
Rich, aromatic,
Captivating me more and more.

I can see beauty.
Everywhere
And I'm grateful to see the beauty in him.
Sometimes, it's torment I cannot kiss

Every

Last

Inch

..of his velvety, beautiful skin
His lips to his toes,
And everything in-between...
I have moments
I think we both do
When it seems that we don't have much to lose 

Just

One

Kiss....

Then the
Cigarette burns low
Eyes drop away from their gaze
Phrase,
"Goodnight," is used too quickly
My heart
Flutters and dips
Just a little
Before my mind tells me not to go chasing butterflies...

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The ideal can become the real in a flash. These things force us to either drink or grow.

[Huckleberry Hoo]

"Too Little, Too Late," or, "Tomorrow is a New Day!" Young love... ah, how I miss it!