Truly Sorrow

I know what we had, and what I did.

Never is a night without you there.

So sorry my only love for I lost you.

My arms were wrapped so tight.

I tried to hold you, I tried to fight.

You weeped in my arms like a child.

Enough emotion for a hundred stars.

Hidden beauty were all your scares.

Just a man I was and am but learned now.

Please don't glide down from my grip

From around your waist that I wasted.

Should have made you my loving wife.

Holding forever your fingers for life.

I weep like a child without your arms.

Tears enough for a hundred emotions.

Scares hidden with beauty and devotions.

© Jeph Rants

W. Rittled

Such joy of simple return to seconds in memory.

Rush and pulse of pleasings and ode to a loves flavor.

Tongue moistening the moment again savored.

No fruit nor flesh satisfies my hunger to feed you.

Much of what I know of what I need is me inside.

I hear my name on your lips lunged from within.

So sweetly said with dedication and luscious desire.

No sorrow and no song could express the loss.

Of knowing complete connection of relinquishment.



© Jeph Rants

Moon dreams

There can be no thoughts of the best lover you had.
Reminisce of the seconds you shared as more than friends.
Love let loose on two rampant souls, lost but for eachother.
Time was long but too short to be enough for forever.
Memories cannot be shaken or stirred loose of their hold.
The kiss at the corner of a whisper of my name in the dark.
Fingers push and claw expressing what words won't make.
You cannot go back and relive those interludes step by step.
Each quiver of lip to pulse of pleasure that last long after.
Its not wise to remember the rhythm that got them there.
No lovers of the past need stay in the past where it was good.
I cannot forget the want for only her in thousands of times.
Or the way her smile of satisfaction hides at my finish still.

© Jeph Rants

Deep and longing

We all have a lover in mind,

no matter if its one we still hold.

A difference than the rest.

Something unable to just say.

An endless amount of nothings,

that we just won't stop wanting.

Its of each other at times,

but for lacking known as best.

Avoiding the trouble it causes,

hoping another will at least kill the same.

© Jeph Rants

The Ritz

The romance was the fun part of what we had.
It was perfect, it was simple, it was real, and I miss it.
Baby you were no tease but we played that game.
I wasn't perfect and you thought for awhile I was.
You and played the role for others to make a name.
Something you and I both seemed to live out.
Jester and the doll, one the fool and the other the flusie.
We probably waited too long to just get out.
You should not have listened to who I really was.
I was wrong for seeing the woman that was the doll.
So I moved too slow then too fast and who couldn't see.
Only me.


© Jeph Rants

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