Excerpts from G Lucciano interview

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iYf8GVVQ7wc

Delah

Never been the type to hold you back,
When the morning stretched its hand out to you,
No, I wouldn’t dare intercept its reach,
Or cloud your path by fog, creating a murky view,

For if anyone knew that life was a challenge,
A struggle beyond measures, it was indeed I,
Shifting my happiness into the sixth gear manually,
When I wanted to thereby beam towards life… for you, I’d cry

The sun gave very little respect to your endeavors,
Grey clouds just seemed to impress you more,
And here I am listening to the voices of my peers,
“Let her decay” they’d say, for she’s rotten to the core,

I’d never call you a prostitute,
For that term never felt right for my lips to say,
Rather a beautiful friend of mine caught in a maze of sexual frustration,
Searching out the depths of hell to find her way,

The right to judge you never felt more horrid,
Especially after battling my own satanic devil, and locusts
The tragedy is that we all strive for Love,
And should be injected by its syringe in doses,

The smell of alcohol, foreign perfume, and night ramblers,
All nestled within the fabric of your skin,
And then your own fragrance that you’d keep in your pocketbook,
That never did quite blend in,

You’d stay at my place for a few nights,
To cope with the norm, and feel my body heat next to you,
And I’d allow you to do so on several occasions,
Because strangely, it did something for me too,

Late night conversations way past 3 a.m.
Your back against my chest, naked porcelain skin enticed,
Caressing the portrait of your frame from your breasts to your inner thighs,
Yet never overstepping that boundary, for it just didn’t seem right,

By morning I’d hear the door shut,
But never quite closed fully, instead allowing a gap of light to seep,
Uncertain of if you were coming back, I never asked questions,
I’d leave it unlatched for an hour or so, just to wait and see,

It’s been a while now since a pebble has ticked my window,
And a subtle voice has yelled, “are u still awake?”
From time to time I look down into the grassy area where you’d stand waiting for an answer,
But nevermore, have you returned by fate,


Delah.

In Love Again

The silent clouds tend to roll away,
The moment you enter the room I feel my soul quake,
Instantly the rush of blood in my heart has company,
Because I can feel it palpitate

And if sweat beads upon my forehead,
I'm certain that the winged angel has located my dwelling again,
Although I dodged the steady bow for quite some time,
The piercing arrow that was once in the air has finally broken my skin,

The aching bruise is deep,
Red and swollen with passion’s glory,
For hours I stare into the eyes of this foreign creature,
No words are spoken, but she and I both know the story,

I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this,
Took the oath, and tossed the thought into the subtle wind,
Standing tall, I took a step overlooking the bump in the road,
And fell in love again….

Heaven appears when you hold my hand,
The decrepit streets are paved in gold,
God smiles and says “let there be”
And then creates one soul….

It was said that passion has been found in the pot,
The moment we unite the proper ingredients,
Alleviating our garments, before we intertwine,
Making love slowly, nothing should be expedient..

Just when I thought the gift of love was for someone else,
You unwrapped the fiction from the tree of loose leaf,
So many have been muffled by the hands of time, and find it hard to speak
But Love is not always about speaking, but more so about reach,

I promised myself that I wouldn’t do this,
Took the oath, and tossed the thought into the subtle wind,
Standing tall, I took a step overlooking the bump in the road,
And fell in love again….

Enjoy Me

The chilling night wind tends to bring in that hunger,
The one that calls for the wild, and the lonely,
From under the depths of the foreign ground it begins,
Pouring into the veins of the howling soul, and its groaning,

And the expectations rise from the boiling blood,
With intentions of having a taste of your lips,
To caress the portrait, embedded in your mental frame,
With hands that embrace the curves of your breasts, down to your hips,

So be still, and say no words,
This is the beginning of the never ending story,
Climb from the bottom of your natural ability to think and react,
Take passion as it comes, lay back and enjoy me..

As the night clouds take over the moon with shadows,
We’ll create our own images for the wall to display,
And while you clench your teeth and refuse to yell my name aloud,
I still hear you breathe it anyway,

And its far from the lustful pleasures that most entertain,
We call this new idea “LOVE” which encompasses the atmosphere in good taste,
Locking down the correspondence of passion upon your tantalizing curves,
Worry is irrelevant at this point, here your heart remains safe..

So be still, and say no words,
This is the beginning of the never ending story,
Climb from the bottom of your natural ability to think and react,
Take passion as it comes, lay back and enjoy me..

U Owe Me..........

Home alone,
And I haven’t seen her all week,
The dangerous curves on her body
Has my mind off course so to speak,

Now I wouldn’t consider it banker’s hours,
And I’m sure that she’s fast asleep,
But the faucet of love needs to be properly tightened,
If I plan to stop this leak,

If you were to lay eyes on her briefly,
You would definitely want a peek,
You’d awake her from her beauty rest,
Instead of saying, “let her sleep,”

Therefore I make that phone call,
Envisioning her on the pillow, lifting her head,
Hearing my ring tone, she desires more sleep,
But tosses her covers back, and pulls herself out of bed instead,

At this hour, she’s aware of my desires,
And vows to please me by all means,
Freshens up, pulls hair back in a ponytail, & throws on a pair of sweats,
Hops in the car, and waits for each red light to turn green,

After opening the door, she gives me an angry stare,
But quickly snickers with glee,
Hugs me, lays her overnight bag carefully on the sofa,
And says “ For waking me up so late, you know you owe me!”

Without Looking

Its obvious,
That everyone adores you,
Your fragrance, and your extravagant shoes,
Its like the world revolves around what u do,

The slightly drawn on eyebrows are perfectly arched,
So you already look as mean as your walk,
Using one word sentences,
And managing to pull off hand gestures when you talk,

And its apparent that im no different,
Well in that perspective, because I stare too,
Using both eyes, to undress the dress that’s nestled within your breast,
As well as remove the lavender fragrance that your undergarments subdue,

But I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

For you need my eyes, among others,
In order to feel at peace, as well as complete,
And if this is a rat race for the sake of building your confidence,
I’m in no mood to compete,

So you treat me as the invisible
As though your designer shades disguise me,
And when I finally get you to shift your gears from park to reverse,
You still manage to do it blindly,

And im not saying that you don’t deserve to be treated well
You’re probably sixty percent prettier than most women by far,
But even though this statement is relatively nonfiction,
We all see what kind of woman you are,

And I feel like I’m being taken advantage of,
I admit that I’m hungry, and can smell what’s in the pot cooking,
And though I’d like to view the substance under the lid,
I think I’ll just pass by, without looking…

All Within A Dream

The morning lifts the curtains,
Yet she lies there sound asleep,
Motionless, and without a blink,
Bright skin, with a few freckles upon her cheek,

Nestled under satin sheets,
Her foot hangs slightly off the bed,
A fresh pedicure without a flaw,
Each toe nail delicately dipped in red,

I am careful not to stare at her,
Though I gaze upon her with care,
She doesn’t like the feeling of being watched,
Often says “it’s hard to bear”

And so I just sit next to her,
In the same spot where I slept the night before,
But I sat up with my back against the headboard,
Kicked both boots off, which tumbled to the floor,

A slight thud,
As each shoe hits the ground,
She jumps briefly, but not enough to break her dream,
Her sleep is not broken by the sound,

All within a dream,
She opens one eye, and smirks with glee,
Places her hand upon mine carefully,
Now certain that its me,

Her skin is similar to a flame,
As if fire has entered into her veins,
But that’s expected because she’s a heavy thinker,
She’s always killing off her pain,

And all within a dream, I suppose she does so,
Or perhaps that’s where she tends to try,
And since I can’t help her fight those wars internally,
I am just always somewhere nearby,

It’s the best that I can do,
To just watch her, and be patient so it seems,
While the love of my life fights her own battles,
All within her dream..