©Mitch Bensel
the cold of past anger
hit me today
brushed it off
watched it fall
into nothing to say
Author & Narrator of Phenomenal Stories
©Mitch Bensel
the cold of past anger
hit me today
brushed it off
watched it fall
into nothing to say
©Mitch Bensel
what is this air around me
..when casual finds its way from her touch
why do i feel the heat move through
when just a moment is all i wish…
what the hell is my problem
where did i mess up the common sense
i guess i dropped it into the bucket
of non and complacent mixed with piss..
now i go play with the waters of the fool
the waves know my walk
shallow in the deepest pool
yes thats my foot
…this is my mouth
insert with pleasure
please don’t doubt….
everyday has a moment
and it seems to have found me
now i go back into that air
around me
©Mitch Bensel
we see the air through the leaves..
watched the sunset…resting
the dust we have been called
dust in the wind..
belief of this I once did..
the little of us that hid within
this dust..
dust in the wind…
creator of magnificent mountains …valleys
that hold wondrous life..
to make a non of dust..
is not possible when the soul..is
mixed
eyes of your neighbor …look within
see the universe within one life..
one bit of light
massive we are within this way
the caverns of our flesh contain
our mountains…our valleys
the air escapes when we first see..
..inhale
©Mitch Bensel
enter the emotion it follows a whisper
turns the shout into the yell
of always…
..slowly
not turning the edge of its blade
.. lost inside the twist
enter the innocent of eyes filled
liquid pain … softness of rain
slows the thoughts erasing
…….follow the two as they entwine
with layers of waves they ride
neither lost both … gone
somewhere in this place called
now
..enter …my soul
as it watches once more
a swirl of anger of heat of nothing
..so neatly placed upon the platter
now gold
©Mitch Bensel
hi …
i have looked into the eyes of sweetest release
.. i have watched my hands
feel as my soul guided them
movement matched my rhythm
as i tasted nectar of the most beautiful flower
… so gently i felt…
was a dream i think…
for my mouth has never savored petals of velvet
so pure with beauty of life ..hi
©Mitch Bensel
The warmth of her touch
moved through my being
searing my soul
forever yearning
never to be quenched
my heart dissolved
falling away
leaving me naked
flesh consume with desire
to be moistened by her lips
caressed by her breath
moving like light
dancing on the wind
I run
burning from the fire of her touch
overwhelmed with surges of pulsing passion
escape
before I never want to leave
:::the warmth of her touch