a veiled love.

Keith Wesley Combs

my mind reacts intensely

almost melts

as I watch her put her all

into the work she performs.

she disregards her beauty

and applies 100 percent devotion into every task.

it is almost erotic.

there's some kind of brilliance

in her movements.

a grace.

a sexuality not intended.

a elegance and desire

I've come to love.

as the wind blows.

Keith Wesley Combs

I hear the wind blow

over top of this old house

and wonder how many souls

are being carried away from here.

away from great loves and bad relationships.

from one shitty job to another.

from walking above the ground

to lying below.

my courage is weakening

and the fear is building.

the wall grows higher

separating me from every thing

and every one I once believed in.

my voice diminishes

as the insanity runs rampant

and I'd cry for help

but the tears have dried up.

on the brink.

Keith Wesley Combs

sometimes it doesn't matter

the human brain often teeters

on the edge of madness

and the water feeds me

gives me the energy

as it runs down my back

into my veins

making my blood run thinner

for some reason I feel I am

on the brink of losing my soul.

she has something.

Keith Wesley Combs

she has something

a kind of beauty

mystique

a pure magic

wow, the spells she can cast.

she has something

a tenderness of heart

a spirituality

greater than anything I've seen

and that's saying a lot.

she has something

I can't truly describe in words

a sensuality

overpowering and divine

a reality beyond anything real.