SOFT slender-touch
— are your ways
Blending love-colors
and twisting flow-bends
Such elastic kiss-stretching
from gentle lips
into my burning heart
— melting worry-nothing’s
Such is love-true-true
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Category Archives: Love
LOVE-COLORS
GHOST IN YOUR ARMS
UPON empty midnight streets
a washed in silver night rains
I carried your ghost in arms
Not once did you say —
or breath upon my skin
your ghost declines such pleasure
And on that cobblestone night
clickety-clack of horsemen
I saw your shadow in the park
Frozen-stare in congealed time
then in action I ran toward you
there by the grand tree of oak
Moonbeam drops through pale skin
opal hair distant stare
ruby lips love-drench gems
Away the world fell
cascade-passion drowned
eddies swirl-lust despair
You are the ghost
within my arms
moon-leaves fall
sparkle-night burn
one body–two hearts
I carry you today
— tomorrow-eternally
one body
— two hearts
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MONET’S NIMPHEE
THERE is an art between the green
lushes fern-meadow dripping wet
and on the ground swirling pond
A melancholy-lust bursting kiss
such desire have I to jump across
Monet’s Nimphee and into the mist
Monet, paint for me the love you see
and cast your brush across the sea
of the land and salt within my heart
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THE RETURNED
AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within your life
would you — could you — accept them back
from death to dust and an urn
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared – could you?
and all the adjustments you made — evaporate
The new lover what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole within your heart
a new baby but not from him — what then?
The possibilities of a return, some sweet
but most a hidden poison — you think secretly
But in the end (their end) sprang new possibility
You live your life as best you can
especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the light
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A CURIOUS CONFESSION OF PASSION
MY lady who loves in discreet pleasures
behind castle walls of noble stone
that can cast a spell with a glance
and compel nature to perform miracles
I say to you that your life is my pleasure
and I am undone by your beauty and grace
This mere mortal who suffers daily in spite
of holy sacraments on regular basis
offers only a thimble of worthiness
in your eyes I can only wonder what thoughts
may clash between your mind and heart
but nonetheless I bravely speak my mind
As thunder speaks and lightning talks
and departed souls wander aimlessly
in a shroud of mist — I say to you yes you
I cannot live without your daily attention
and to suffer anything less…
will be my absolute and unequivocal undoing
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THE DANCE OF CONFESSION
YESTERDAY was a wet sorrow fallen from a leaf
and I picked up the pieces of your broken heart
I thought a skip or two from the hip of my heart
would correct the limp of your soul and spirit
Now you, my friend, have serious damage of life
(I commend the spirit of your endeavor lover)
But now I refrain from the flame of destruction
but love the teeter-totter of fatalistic love
(hush my love just bite the lip of fate for us)
and now my shoes have lost their sole —
and souls of those that walk without so much
begin to regret the price of one-for-two
Pretty woman…(yes my love) pretty woman
I cannot deny the love that keeps my orbit
Pretty women…(so my love?) pretty women
I run in circles trying to find your reason
run I do when my lungs collapse from denial
Let my sorrow burn the fields of flowers
from your maddening sickness in this season
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COLORS OF CONFETTI
COLORS of confetti and streamers of dreams
won’t you let me taste your joyous laughter
I have a machine so shiny and wondrous
let me land it here and enjoy your city
What would your world say if I spoke hello
shatter economies — making it harder for the Pope
The message I want to give goes against the grain
So I have to say just flow with the moment – I’ll go
But I want to stay for a while
and spread my love to the world
but remember I do what you did —
to the last one who landed here
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MYSTIC WOMAN
HEY MYSTIC woman
what spell you casting now
Caught your third eye
last night in a deep dream
I was floating on a cloud
watching the wheels turn round
You gonna spread your charm
across the horizon like atomics
I just want to catch your charm
and wear it on my neck chain —
burn a hole thru my heart
and into that deep thriving soul
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BY WHAT MEASURE
BY what measure
to determine love
Surely not during mingle
but upon separation — I say
Then only does the heart —
feel what it has not
The mortal wound of happiness
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I REFRAIN FROM THE THOUGHT
I REFRAIN from the thought
that death of love is for naught
that shores ebb away
from the tides of luna
All without meaning or thought
Let me dream of a reason
if I may have eons to think
that logic dictates feeling —
tears are salt and not honey
Is life bitter or death sweet?
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