Art and Writing From Death Row

A Poem By Carlos

A Fanatic Heart

Nothing in life,

Is sweeter than you.

And we can do anything,

That we set our minds to.

I'm creating a script,

That shall exist in real life.

Because I want my understanding to touch you,

Since we're ready to explore new heights.

As I let the secrets, That I've held so close to me unfold.

They shall inflict pleasure,

On your mind, body and soul.

I'm being controlled,

By my hunger for attachment.

Our relationship is a journey to be enjoyed,

And a warm invitation to an illustrious entrapment.

I'm pretty sure that you're capable,

Of teaching me some very useful lessons.

I am well-rounded and convinced,

So I don't need to ask the question.

When I look at the expression,

That you show on your face.

I say to myself,

Love's a terrible thing to waste.

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

Affection in my day and age,

Has no limit when it comes to you.

I plunge into the world of happiness,

Where our passion cannot be construed.

You possess a type of love.

That you discose before me tenderly:

Your matchless disposition and methods of intimacy,

Create nothing but complete harmony.

Your responses to my pleas,

Are beyond extraordinaire.

As I come to you, heart in hand,

Proving that I truly care.

Could you handle me as your genie,

If I were to grant you three special wishes?

And what would you do or say to me,

If I gave you a basketful of kisses?

There is a pain in my heart,

That only you can cure.

The special moments in our relationship,

Causes us to expand excessively pure.

I have an immediate concern,

Regarding your most sensual wellbeing.

Your eyes are the windows to your soul,

And not only just for seeing.

Because time passes by so quickly,

I haven't obtained the opportunity to respond.

I can't restrain myself or my train of thought,

Since it is over you that I've grown extremely fond.

AN ENDEARING PROPOSAL

Often there are times,

Where I sit and contemplate.

Oh how I shall captivate your mind and soul,

While you assume a conscious state.

Now from what I understand,

You're in search of something nice.

You seem to be withholding a number of secrets,

But you have disclosed to me, that which you like.

As I look into your eyes,

I see something deep within.

And the sparkle tells me to step right up,

Before the show begins.

I've become misplaced in your pool of elegance,

Then the sky begins to cry.

In spite of how we truly feel,

And have devoted to each other our lives.

So, when I take the position,

Of your loved one on bending knee.

I kindly ask you my dear.

Will you marry me?

Carlos A Hawthorne, California