Samurai-Man

 

 

in the summer

I met this masked man

garb in samurai gear

with a smirk of life

playing across his lips

 

within weeks he had me twisted

and somewhere I could see

the spot where we sat

while my eyes played blind

this heart too weak to play

 

two spills of word

honest and painful

stealing away breath

it hit me, sometime along the path

I fell down a bit of the way

 

beauty on his face

that is defined as masculine

hands that are a calming presence

the seasons changed

winter spent confiding

 

as spring comes to blossom

the knowledge of bridges

thriving in honey suckle tendrils

seeing through to summer heat

the mask fell off, who was hiding again?

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:48PM Wen 05/14/08 'Nymphetamine' Cradle of Filth ok, thoughts about guys, tired, headahce, sleepy (Typed, House)