My longest morning begins
without you
The cherished sun-smile
that hides with expectations
the cloud bellows white
the sheets wet by fitful
dreams of losing you
WHEN did moments charge
in blood? And between spaces
bent fingers reaching for you?
Oh where, where is this “YOU?”
My passion
larger
shrinking)
dearest love
Perhaps a heart caught
in the throe of passion
a bluejay egg within my
throat!
:: 07-03-2015 ::
It is so long since i have felt
summer and smiles
with rolling wheels upon
pondering dreams when
was is more than then
the What/Is my own
mystery lost to the Ages
so long since I have
been
someone to love
with warm heart
what is never meant
can sometimes be
you and me
:: 07-03-2015 ::
WHEN i move i give most sincerely
all sweet attention to you
the great beast of Time is empirical
watching hearts and so i move
just for love
and only you
and the criminals called moments
steal seconds just for love;
they know you
because i am their inmate
in this cell called ‘life’
:: 07-03-2015 ::
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