Unethically a Suitcase Sonnet

I'm sedated by the serum in your lips

Infatuated by the smile...of your hips

intrigued by intellectual conversation 

that I dumb down

Your brain commits; as you convince me why,

why I should love to see you smile.

Wait..reverse that

Let me, let you know, I'm worth a lot more than just some time.
(1.reverse that)
(2. stop the hands on your watch)
(3.contemplate that last line)

I helped rebuild a home and its not even my family

The soundtrack, if my life was a movie -
an idea worth considering a Grammy

You dissed loyalty when you tried to accuse, 

then the nerve to affiliate with the embodiment...

of misused

Oh believe that you've been ripped from the rib that was part of me

your next breath is mine as I inhale, so,

your lungs fills with life....

I plan to never exhale.

Toms and freckles.

Caged monsters in our souls, we name confusion

Death has been delivered but hell is long overdue...as we indulge

I can't scream so I whisper!... in hopes you're near to here.

Strain to hear please

My words are heavy, though dangerously intoxicating and carefully placed to please

I constantly search for the only lasting curve;

Smile.

When a door closed

Juxtapose...
When one opened

You and me

Jonesing..

Maybe I've been drinking a little to much, or not at all

that's only because I'm been thinking, a little to much

I dream:

The purple and green hues blanketing the mountains peaks

A log cabin in Arkansas

during the winter on a cliff isolated

This is where our first time would leave us elevated

The fireplace not the only source of heat as our bodies reach temperatures only hell should be

At the height of it you wriggle to the top of the bed

to uncover your head from under the sheets

at the same moment you squeal followed by a moan then a silent laugh

And then a mute squeak

I wanna go where there's more dreads and less weaves

More roads to travel but less streets.

Shallow mud puddles along with sparkling creeks

Brick roads and buildings

Scenery where first kisses are remembered 

Where stars blanket cities.

I want to look in the skies and witness hues crimson

The sunrise turns your honey brown eyes golden

(or)

Just wake up and make those things a reality

cause really I see you and I happily, 

holding hands, casually.

Walking somewhere, anywhere 

like down a street in a busy community of Florence Italy

laughing jubilantly about becoming intertwined in this frenzy 

because the locals are ordinarily friendly and us, loving 

every bit of the culture, the art, true beauty 

and you aside a Monet - two beauties;

Moni

only few ever see such scenery

Only comparison is God giving us sight thankfully, 

to wake from this dream to see you gazing at me.

This! I'm in love with,
This is life journey into unexpectancy
a leap of faith after a prayer
the only uncharted destiny.