You are the poetry. Like the bells that chime my hand composes your fate to rhyme. The way you motion with the mop, you became my morning muse. Alexa is taking requests in the kitchen, so take my hand and i'll let you choose.
My morning muse
Penetrating words
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.
He is love
Suffered in His love for our sin. Overwhelmed in my acknowledgement, I embrace my gift and win. A relationship for offer, personal and true. Re-established by the spirit, when inside He flew. Son of man at the core. Anoint in the rainfall of life. A sacrifice so pure. Grace so kind. love. Heart soul and mind. Wind to the sail. He is love. And love will never fail.
Pretty green
The pretty green's in flames, and i've just realised my flaming lips. The claret strikes the bloodstream. We can't all be Rock 'N' Roll stars, so i'm blazing out the speaker with Kid Cudi clanking glass animals.
Three wishes
I wish to create like William Blake. I wish to put all my trust in fate. I wish to believe the glowing light, which once in a while I see, should be an angel from the creator, to fiercely watch over me.
The new scene
When nimbus drift away, the hissing of the sun lights the path that lead the way. Dimitri rises through the spine reviving in a dream. The realm of the soul, the new scene. From the depths, a cry awakening to the truth only when we die.
Eye in the cloud
She's a blessing i've a gift the calling evades, to know is to love the eggs have been laid. Eye in the cloud must i be the ear, I strain to listen I try to write clear. The eye in the cloud produces words from this pen my brain it sings it does dance, at times it forgets, so give me a chance. Let it gust in hurricane splash out the sea, ignite the fuse dont let it pass by me. Bullets in the chamber a rattle in the heart, i'll embrace with it create with it, there shall be no end, but a start.
In your arms
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.
Waved back at me
You were helpless on the concrete steps, the moon was pulling firm. I pulled a life buoy ring from a post on the promenade. You showed your teeth in fear I pushed down releasing you back into the sea, they are all incredulous when I tell them in your appreciation, you turned and waved back at me.
Social distance
I sit back and laze peacefully listening to Dylan, swiverling on my comfy chair. I close my eyes and life is fair. I open to a gap in the blinds sun beaming through, I see dust floating, delicate like you. I care not for anything, a break in the music and the mood takes a swing. Two metres seems a distant planet away, I yearn to hold you close today.
Smith Shine Poetry 