The last word

Words don't mean much to me yet they are my life,
in spoken feelings I am able to be yours.
I have never had this much to say without saying anything at all,
lost in this confusion I am waiting by the door of loves heart.
To run would be death to what I have come to know,
my heart was created in these waters for loving you.
You say things to me in ways I am not used to feeling,
breathing all of your soul in with mine as we become united.
Hand fasted by the Goddess, married to the world before us,
standing strong in the rivers of blood pouring from our love.
You say goodnight as you begin to close your eyes,
welcoming the last word I lay down at your side.


Nights become our home,
days makes us leave.
All fear forgotten,
dreams becoming so real.
Pink and black before me,
scarlet dress undone.
Lust turning love,
ecstasy born.
Lights forget our names,
shadows welcome us home.
Touching in passions hold,
feeling much more than love.
Sweet taste in my mouth,
up against a tree as one.
Breaking rules of love,
fucking for more than pain.

I listen to your voice speaking to me in riddles I understand,
false beliefs gone away, truth becoming our way out.
Life so full but empty to our views of love,
breathe in the lies they spill and fall away with the rest.
In our hearts we are one flesh melting under fire,
waters forge our souls as we drape the covers of light.
I see you in new ways, you found me with loves awakening,
all thoughts became this moment set in stone before we lived.
I look to you under the moonlit sky painting our bodies together,
bloody and broken under the lies of the tears we will never cry again.
I lay you down to rest and before you close your eyes,
"I love you my husband, before our time was our lives"...











Johnny Newell