Lured in by the grace of a beaming smile that hid much. I saw heartache through her eyes that I found attractive, a profound force struck something inside of us. Beneath my fury and her pain, like thyme that grew through pebbles. We found love.
Tag Archives: Romance
My morning muse
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.
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.
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.
Together we don’t care
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”
She ponders
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.
Let thee rhyme (through ADHD)
Indulge in the mystery grasp the suspense, set sail in the search hail the pretense. Jump hop and spring, like a harmonic choir let thee sing. Where is the time that waits for no one, lying quiescent, if so, what from? Plié, twist and dance, like a tunnel of love let thee romance. We willContinue reading “Let thee rhyme (through ADHD)”
Your lips
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.
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’.
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