VashValentine Poetry (1)

Another night alone,
Another movie seen.
Wish I had a phone,
To hear your voice, My Queen.

Always so near,
Yet so painfully far.
A small world I fear,
Makes me feel like dry tar.

With no knowledge of why,
Or comprehension of how,
Me, you push to the side,
To choose a typical cow.

I face the possibility,
Of elongating the distance,
But hope the familiarity,
Stays in our instance.

Into one world I peep,
And see my usual gal.
Mary Jane, put me to sleep,
Let me throw in the towel.

Molly my dear,
You work the floor.
You smell the fear,
Of me the whore.

My heart of Ice,
So easily melted.
Crack it back thrice,
And soon my mind is welted.

Skittles, my favorite Kandi,
Many colours shaped and sizes.
None taste the same,
And you'll never know the prizes.

An unknown force,
Frightfully not malevolent.
Shows me the course,
And feels comfortably benevolent.

At a door I stare,
Not a marking on it.
Yet I know it's flare,
I see flashes like a movie skit.

What's seen can't be mentioned,
To horrible to describe.
Your voice in my head envisioned,
"Open" you say with pride.

Wisely reluctant,
I reach for the knob.
Your hand translucent,
Guides me along.

Renewed vigor empowering,
A familiar presence felt.
No longer cowering,
Through the door I pelt.

You stand with me,
A smile on your unseen face.
"The right choice, you're free,
No longer in the race."

An old feeling,
Almost unknown.
With my head reeling,
I realize I'm home.