Winter's Tale

How often I've mourned the loss of her blood red lips.

For it is my unworthy pride that has released her.

Her porcelain skin, pale as the winter lake shore.

I have placed my fragile dreams beneath her tender soles.

She takes care to tread softly upon these passionless dreams.

Her quiet and gentle form crosses with the lightest touch.

Still her unwilling heart shuns my lilac scented desires.

Her beauty is above the highest peak, yet as warm as a tropics breeze.

My Passion to touch her goes unnoticed as my soul withers beside the truth.

-Johnny V.

Echoes

I spy her soft and gentle smile from across the sun.

The ache in my heart is unbearable.

Yet I'm pulled ever nearer, each step sealing my doom.

I can no longer stop, I cannot depart.

For she alone is my deadly addiction.

It consumes my soul until its hollowed echoes blind my ears.

-Johnny V.

Desert Sun

She is the single oasis in my dry existence.

Her eyes like the desert sun give, and use life within the same instant.

Each footprint in the burning sand takes my a moment closer to her.

I spy her innocent flesh sparkle on the horizon.

In a single breath I reveal my love and curse the sun.

I draw closer to her rose colored scent, overpowered by my sense of life.

At last I can reach for her perfection.

As I open the rusting door of my heart, she turns her back to me.

The tears come as quickly as the spring storm.

I turn but cannot depart.

Caged forever between freedom, and unwanted desire.

-Johnny V.

Cold, Cold Sea

She stands upon the frigid Dover cliffs.
Pulls closer to her breasts her favorite wool coat.
She looks out on the Atlantic the icy mist mixes with her sadness.

He steers his ship into the dark night.
The moonlight his only guide.
The sea called him when he was but a child.
Her blue eyes like a temptress has lead him to this fate.

For the sea must not be denied her due.
The waves crash across the bough, he understands his grip has ended.
As the freezing rain spots her love worn face, she feels the salty tears of loss.

-Johnny V.

My Prison

Her soul feeds and drains my strength.

She is the addiction I must possess.

Longing to caress her tender spirit.

I sacrifice my battle worn heart, just to be near.

Yet she will never belong to me.

I yearn to feel her soft lips, and taste her sweet breath.

Her gentle body calls me to my doom.

I go without regret.

For life within her denial surpasses one devoid of her voice.

-Johnny V.

Fire

Her fire is brutal and all consuming.

I am drawn to its intensity.

My flesh is beyond repair yet I cannot walk away.

The pleasure gives way to a pain past understanding.

I beg her to burn me deeper and take my remaining breath.

But as the comfort of death seems within sight she cools my pain.

I walk back to her embrace for its addiction is now my soul's only desire.

-Johnny V.

My diet.

I am starting a carb diet on Sunday. After the surgery I lost 40lbs. But it has leveled off. So I need to do something. I like the way I felt and looked. I really think I can do it. With the heart better I will be able to do more. Before if I tried even a little exercise I would get dizzy and out of breath. I want to be below or at 200 by May. It averages out to about 13-15 pounds a month. Wish me luck.

-Johnny V.

Torment

I know the demons from a lifetime before.

For fear has lost sight of my soul long ago.

I reach out for love but it eludes my grasp.

The cold muzzle leaves its mark on my temple.

He knows my courage is too weak to complete my task.

His laughter mocks my ignorance.

He cries out. "I am coming for you, as the last heat of the sun kisses the cool ocean look to me."

I smile for I believe my torment is done.

But his cruelty whispers loudly that it has only begun.

-Johnny V.

She

Her eyes are gentle windows into a struggled soul.
The softness of het skin, equaled only by spun silk.
Lilac and roses are its scent.
Her grace is as a butterfly's dance.
Her beauty is but once a lifetime.
I am forever drawn to her purity and her tender heart.
Lost in her eyes, and consumed by her warmth.
-Johnny V.

The Beauty of a Shell

Her smile reveals a beauty that surpasses explanation.

Her charm, her grace, demand love from those buzzing around her.

Her laugh can hault a sparrow's song.

Her eyes reveal a tender, yet troubled soul.

He hangs on her every breath, and
understands her needs before they come due.

She allows him into her fold.

He surrenders his heart completely.

She caresses it with a soft and gentle tone.

Yet it is returned unaccepted encased in friendship and love.

But with a heaviness he is unsure can be endured.

-Johnny V.