There’s a light in your eyes. Your soul, in this life has not yet died. Though how many times, have you pondered it, and cried? We are fallen fruit of the same tree. I hope God forgives as He looks down tonight, on you and me. Life it has its battles, this is your war.Continue reading “I Wonder”
We stared without words. I was lost in your eyes. A connection without words. Not fabricated with lies. The joy of heaven shone uncomplicated. Without need for St. Paul to convince me. Nor did I need the code of Da Vinci. Now one less tear in my heart. A rose petal taken the spot. HardContinue reading “Pretty as a Picture”
Screaming on the point of key change. Where laughter salutes tears. There, joy and sadness grapple. And you run towards, despite your fears. When pain kisses pleasure, the passion rejuvenates the truth. In the developing motifs of the fifth, the old man kisses his youth. In harmony with the sublime, we believe what we act.Continue reading “Screaming”
This is an old one I recently found written for my wife when we first started dating. I don’t think I actually gave it to her
I fantasise of you wearing exotic clothing from the poesy you’re portraying. I probe the prose I know just what you’re saying. Cedillas on letters, smooth curves of your words I want to bite the lid of this pen making love to your poetry, with my penetrating words.
I’m in your arms but i’m thinking of her. Whatever this was has left my heart and I don’t even care. You kiss me, tell me you need me but it’s not your skin I crave. We lie here naked, but in her memory I bathe.
She danced as if she was trying to save her soul. The music infused her body, possessed by rhythm. Dance floor filled, I’m transfixed on her. Men tried to advance she was dancing free. Like an enchanter from the other world created the choreography. Her moves shielded much, I found the pain attractive. A profoundContinue reading “Together we don’t care”
The way she laughs excites me, the way she ponders is seductive. Like the tide, i’m drifting towards her, and like the shore I hope she soaks me in.
I labour, hands in dirt, hot sun on my back. All I have to offer is my heart, in this month of your zodiac. It’s the first day of the week, the sun is beginning to set. I search for words and metaphors, yet your lips, the goal i’ve set.
Her hair waved in the wind with the red ensign. The waves elated like a soul with rhyme. It was warm, dusk closer to night. Poets time, when angels visit to help bards write. Aside of me and her, and the warm Cretian air.