Leant

I have a pocket full of poison and a pocket full of gold.
Without knowing you ask for a hand that you can hold.
So a chance you take,
and a choice that only I can make.
For an offer of help
or hurt by the hand that I dealt.
Risky is the way to put yourself full out and exposed.
With passion you reach regardless of thorn or rose.

© Jeph Rants

recall it all

What love I would give for a kiss from supple lips.
A grazing smirk that temps without even a touch.
For peddles of roses nor cashmere could be softer.
The arms of warmth I provided in return for you.
Glancing or lost our looks lasted and wanted more.
We lost each other my love in wine and passions.
My nights leave yearning with my alone so clear.
A beat of my heart is mine and the rest are yours.
My knees bent and the knowing of my ways open.
Looking down at me I will always remember you.
From fingers tips to something that sent me over.
I have and still fall for you lost in a space waiting.
For the embrace of knowing love and your kiss.
Mine, and for that I would go to the moon, again.

© Jeph Rants