Greatest Muse

Well Understood

Taste

Least Concern

I am the kind
who desires
her heart
and her mind.
Yet, she'll yield
little more
than the bodily,
and oddly enough,
although I yearn
for her touch,
it's my least concern
when she's
apart from me.
-HymnAgen

Love's Spokesman

I did not want to lust for you...
spontaneously combust when you touch me.
Burn in this desire and be consumed.
You are the flame that sucks all the air
from my room
leaving me gasping for mouth to mouth.
Resuscitate me - should I pass out -
with your magical, fairy tale kisses
until my heart leaps like a frog
becoming a prince once again,
as in the myths of men
who wrote them...
whose words wove tales of undying love.
I aspire to be their spokesman.
-HymnAgen

You're Gone

You're Gone

When you're gone
you remain a thought form -
a detail of a meaningful memory
I can call to mind
in your absence
as a chain of firing synapses
in an array as striking
as a fireworks display
inside of my head,
yet more interactive...
-HymnAgen

Bringer of Peace

Bringer of Peace

Although I drown
in brainwaves of cacophonous sound,
your voice cuts through the noise
and it calms me.
Your temperament disarms me.
There will be no casualties of my confusion this day.
No victims of my wild delusions.
I am at peace.

Like a lullaby to an infant is your speech,
so never stop talking.
It is music to my ears.
I fear my savage breast may Hyde
should this melody disappear.
That your silence may be the prelude
to the violence of waking eyes 
not seeing your form where I need you to belong -
right at my side.

You did not ask to anchor me through my life's storms, 
yet here you are
keeping me moored when I'm unsure of myself 
and things as they are.
My rock. My cornerstone.
Foundation walls that form my home.
You're mama's kiss. You're papa's hug.
You are my Peace. 
-HymnAgen

Let Go

(Visual art by @bktheartist)

Let Go.

Lay your head
upon my chest
and rest,
my Luv.
For I am certain...
when you place
your defensive walls
and burdens
atop my heaving sternum,
you'll find peace.
Allow this rhythmic pulse
to lull your soul to sleep.

-HymnAgen

Candlelight

Candlelight 

Candles glow
casting shadows
animalistic
in nature.
Pornographic
wallpaper. 
-HymnAgen

Write About Her

Write about her

What if she were to read
a million words
on the specific subject of
her?
What if she were to read
a thousand lines
that explained the one constant 
on your mind is 
her?
What if she were to read
one hundred stanzas
on all the little ways 
you want to romance
her?
What if she were to read
ten poems
that made her feel the deepest
love you've ever known is
hers?
What if she could read
that one book
of ten poems
of one hundred stanzas,
a thousand lines
and millions of words
that simply say, "I Luv U?"
What if you were
to write about her?
-HymnAgen

Spirit Talk

(Visual art by @bktheartist)

Spirit Talk

Here we are…

immersed in a blend

of each other’s scents

and hot fluids,

mixed with kisses

and dreams we dreamt

and pursued with

so much zeal…

Riding these waves

of emotions we feel

until they crested and crashed

in releases, and squeezes,

shudders of chilled sweats,

and stuttering breaths of elation.

Serene in this blending we lay in.

These body warm blankets

of hugs and touches and rubs

these souls’ conversation

called…LOVE

-HymnAgen

With You

Seeing You

Hopeless Romantic

Night Skies

Night Skies


All I know is the city,

yet I admire the beauty of nature.

Should my Love know only the city,

to the country is where I will take her

to cuddle in cool, misty fields

beneath stars city lights would conceal

and have her choose one

for our spirits to visit

when our run on this planet is done. 

-HymnAgen

Luna-tic

Lifted Spirit

Keep This Secret

Write With Me

WriWrite with me.

Combine 
your mind 
with mine.

Intertwine 
the tendrils 
of our spines,

and let 
our souls 
align

in splendors

all space 
and time 
shall remember

Write with me.

-HymnAgen

Insomnia

Insomnia 

Why do you withhold my rest?
Keep sleep in complete disarray
with visions of your womanhood scantily dressed
as soon as I drift away?
I am but your kiss away from bliss.
I stand on the brink of euphoria
awaiting caresses that never come
to take me over the edge.
In frustration I have tried
to exorcise your visitation
through my pen using its blood
and sacrifice in incantations
of verse - expressive prose,
that my eyes may get to close
before my clock demands of me
that I awaken...

-HymnAgen