Vert is the colour of your eyes

The first time was then as your smile asked to be discovered. I turned away only but to feel your eyes on mine. Vert is the colour of your eyes. The nature of the sensation is about to blossom as the winds carry your message of want. You ask me the question of your answer that you already know. I await impatiently of the photos of your existence torso nu. The words that we share prepare the meeting of the physical, as you count the time passed and what lies ahead­. The writing of your words leaves a hushed moment for a stamp that awaits the letter to send. You say "Do not be Afraid" The anticipation is grand as I can only imagine what lies aHEAD. The Babyboy replies after a letter of tardiness arrives, the belated birthday card sent by Michael refused by the authorities. Vert is the colour of your eyes. "Tell me what you like" you say, I dance from the floor as the music penetrates my body , I imagine you hiding behind the bush so to speak as I turn your every word upside down.My eyes once again analize each live picture you show me. I raise the curtain as you take the stage to show me all, my eyes rivet at your nakedness as the reflection of your shadow glimmers across my black attire. I think and feel of every movement that you make and I ask you not to stop. A rush of energy surges as we both come. Vert is the colour of your eyes.

Ct. Negroni

Your smell haunts me even before you arrive.. The colour of your wardrobe entices me to never forsake thee. I am a passionate addict of your makeup and knowingly you come on to me seeing that I will not leave but stay to the end . There is no secret of mine that I cannot share with you. Voices of others become a part of our surroundings. The DJ plays the latest house music as I begin to feel your potent ora of taste 1/3 gin.. As the night starts I smile and welcome you once again and again. Your accomplice smiles as I enjoy your everlonging hold on me. I decide that I will not leave you just yet. I have yet to tell you of my latest trite. I love the way you make me feel and when I have you in my hand I do not want it to end 1/3 dry vermouth. When I feel empty you fill me up once again. As the night advances the colour of your attire seems pale as I become intoxicated by your charm. Your faithful servant is always there to make sure that I leave not just yet. You know that we will always be inseperable and our pact is until death then we part. Your poison is my medicine of destruction 1/3 Campari. My wish is to leave you but your grip on me is ever so strong. The blackouts of my mind are yours to answer as you are my witness. I love you and loathe you with a nonchalant of passion yet your ways with me are pleasingly wicked. I shall return to see you once again Ct. Negroni.

Written Words

Alpha Dog, Alpha Male , Alpha Wolf, = socially dominant member of a group,, confident and assured of himself.. As he walks around his territory his lair of homies lower their heads as he passes by. He is the ACE and they understand. The pecking order is never in doubt by them. Welcome to his Castles called the comfort zone. To get in you must know the pass word : WRITTEN WORDS. He wears a mask that is interchangeable for the Dog,the Male ,the Wolf. I was there once but for a short time even went to the top of the mountain that was rumored to be there.Beware of the platitudes placed at your feet. How sadistic of the once grievley hurt once upon a time to return to me the favour.Beware of those who hide behind the word SELFISH and SCARED which becomes his Armour, shield, sword in the ring of life.A layer of the Alpha crumbles , The fall has been sudden and abrupt for me. I turn away from him and leave for the sands and cry " Victory, I choose to live, I choose LIFE.

The Gift of Life

I asked once I shall never ask again he says as he counts the 05/07 on the calendar the glorious day that Naomi and Bobby gave to the world this gift of life. He has drawn the attention of his fellow souls. Growing up he always knew that he would be special. The Lord Fauntleroy of Canada was to make his mark as a young manly lad. The locks of his hair would touch his shoulders as if his strength was there. From a early time people would fawn over him as he became of age. The young years my salade years when I was green always a Romantic. My eyes always curious and at any given moment a smile would break through to brighten the place where I would be. Humanity has been my focus of living and to this day the fevor is ever strong. The choices I have made have not always been the best and I have paid heavily. Love for him is éphémère a melancholy of a feeling. Black is the colour of his choice am I in a continual mourning process.? Lives lived died and has left a deep pain in his heart to never be forgotten. I am a reflection of the Taurus physically a picture of strength a contradiction of himself. This little boy lost in an adult world naive and vulnerable. My scorn is deadly and can last a lifetime, yet my eyes live for the beauty of life. The people of my chosen family are my universe I shall not forsake. I am me to you who know me, I live love and am proud, I asked once I shall never ask again.The Gift of Life.

The Secret of Ice

You welcome me with an air of coldness that only I can understand. My loyalty to you is known only by a certain few. As I arrive the stench of my equipment seems to permeate the vapeur that rises from the pond. As my stick touches the puck I realize that I am not alone, my secret is there waiting for me to make a move an unexpected play. My skates cut into the Ice as if I am about to tell all. As I open my mouth the words are silent all that I hear is the language of the Ice. The reflection of the lights become a red carpet as if an announcement is about to be made, I look around and see the jocks in the grandstand applauding with their hockey sticks encouraging me on to the centre of Ice. The snow falling seems to be a prelude to a moment that is waiting to happen. I continue skating around the arena as the wind carries me ever so close to the centre, I pause and listen as the roar of the boys seems to be in unison with their hockey sticks moving in a synchronized motion. What do I do make a pass, maybe a break away , shoot the puck and if I score the truth in the net will it be applauded or booed . For this period it is The Secret of the Ice.