Is physical attraction subjective or objective?

Ribbon of Red

The music dances
and all romances
have fled this small dark room.

With love in sight
it just feels right
midst the impending gloom.

Heightened reeling,
scented feelings,
we'll humor wine some more.

Beyond your eyes

there may be lies

but that's behind the door.

Eclipsed by light
i'll stay all night
It seems like heavens glow.

And in the dawn
it may be gone
but that's not for me to know.

::
A ribbon of red,
it must be dead.
Don't tell me, but I told you so.

Memories

Nothing foreseen should be a surprise,
A warning sign would be a demise.
Counter play of words and songs,
Love is the game of countless wrongs.

Claiming sense and raptured pride, 
swept in a pattern, it abruptly died.

Crickets

 

I want to die to the sound of crickets

When heaven calls my name.

For the peace of summer and the songs of heaven

Will always sound the same.

Seasons Solstice

Like cold hard death,  
the winter wind blows,  
yet my thoughts are warm,  
with a soft summer's glow.

Joy

Stigma resolved,
 mystery solved,
sweeping freedom,
 my cage dissolved.

Passion and pain,

 will always remain...

but with some thought 

 they become the same.

All of my arguments lack conclusion,
 I persist to live with much delusion.
My talent lies not with pen or premise,
 but with the company of an illusion.

Stimulation has its course,
 Sallow lives revert by force.
The eminent is also improved,
 while a catalyst is the source.


 Grateful thought,
daily deploy,
 and you will find
the surfeit of joy.