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.
Category Archives: Romance
Cretian air
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.
we touch the unseen
In these peculiar times I realise every action counts, as this wave in me mounts and mounts. It’s unclear to see what’s rising with the sun from over the horizon, nor what to me you even mean. But I do know together ‘we touch the unseen’.
Flames of promises
She’s left much more behind than a single blonde hair on my pillow. Inspiration oozing, like rain overflowing the leaves of a willow. Feelings unchained as her absence is felt. Flames of promises ignited from a kiss. This night everything what’s known about her, I miss.
The ocean inside
I seized onto those deep-seated eyes, your deliberation,please from me don’t hide. I want all of you, I want to dive into the tide fall to the ocean inside.
Tequila Rose
She was tequila rose, he the Lynchburg oak. She said more with one look, than any word she spoke. Warmth, emancipated by her soul, melts away at the snow. Revealing a taste of what all want to know.
Her elegance ( I did not )
She asked if anyone was sitting there, gladly and invitingly I said ‘no’. Her look was beautiful, a bedazzling smile, advancing something inside of me. There was dialog but I forgot her elegance I did not.
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