Category Archives: #love

LIKE AN ANGEL

On the cover everything seems so swell
but …

Like a ghost from nowhere
Like a hole that’s lost
it’s whole

Feeling my soul isn’t going
anywhere

And within your heart
I wish to be

Like an angel hovering
above the storm

Like a gift to the pagans
and ruined by runes

Oh, yes it is
Oh, I’ll wait
for you

I’ll wait for you…

Like an angel singing
to all of heaven

Like a throat so sore
as though each moment
is a song to sing

I love the way you
are my sweetest heart
And forever it will be.

:: 12-26-2017 ::


THE MYSTERY OF DYING AND DEATH

I have tasted death for so long
and now I have learned its meaning;
so now wearing skin and bones
as if nothing is real; a head
and spine of existence
And everything I once loved is far
away gone; all left for reasons
of their own
(I cried and these tears were not
enough)
And how every soul lies upon
the carpets within black spots
on the billboard of skin
Begging is an art and mostly
never heard:
My mouth
My head
My heart
My stomach
empty …
The forgotten ones
have blue gills
and stiff arms
that strictly move
toward the skies
AND sleeping is blessings
so much more, better than nothing
and love died sleeping.

:: 12-22-2017 ::


BERCEUSE OF LOVE

Close your eyes my love.
Hush and i’ll catch all
of your tears while you
dream.

Summer comes, so soon
with the warmth of union
and now rest in peace,
so sleep.

My dear, say how much you
feel; so tired — everyday
giving life so others
rest within peace.

Everything will be alright
when you rest in peace;
so sleep — and if there’s
one thing i’ve shown you
… give love to us,
give love to us.

Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown you
Hope i’ve shown all;

That all my love, within
my arms so tight.
So too, I drift off
into your world, that
you give love also to
us — that you give love
to us.

Let’s give love to us.

So hush, my love.
Sleep so tight tonight.

:: 12-14-2017 ::


TRUE LOVE

MY DEAR!

this night is young
but i am ancient
in both flesh and
mind!

As fields older
than the dirt!
As winds slower
than God’s breath!

Oh! Thank you my love!
for your kisses!
And your tears too.
See? The flowers
have stronger stems now!

My oldest song!
My only true love.
We two are the oldest
;by life and love!

:: 12-08-2017 ::


Yearning Love

THAT i have hidden my flesh away
so no one touches it
i cannot hide the soul of me
without effort, it rises upon
its own

but the flesh speaks and yearns
to be with the remote love of you
there is nothing more to do
— it is sheltered.

And yet, aside from Soul the rest
is a noisy child wishing food
and i tell the child:
soon. soon.

:: 11-04-2017 ::


THERE ARE LARGE HEARTS AND SOME TINY FINGERS

there are large hearts and some
tiny Fingers clasping the
tender petals of teardrops
and if my own mouth large
it would taste and dare eat
the sun gloriously drenched
sanguine-golden promise

vertiginous and spiraling
like as when heads of daisies
by blue winded skies breath
twisting swaying in deep love
is how i think of you my love
is how i know i how’d is
this love more than art!

:: 09-26-2017 ::


THIS NIGHT THE WIND

this night the wind is speaking softly
to me as aloft as a feather never
touching the ground.

and my love is a distance away.

That love comes to me it comes
mainly at night; when night is
a determined Spirit as so Love.

So my love as we both endure
exhaust from growing emotions as
flowers from Spring and at times
flakes of brilliant snow in cold
moments it is your eternal
hands and heavenly fragance that
exceed all space and time.

It is we who desire to endure!

:: 09-15-2017 ::


YOU HAVE BECOME AND WERE ALWAYS

You have become and were
always the Spring within my
gentle heart.

As swans of emotions
gilded and silent
the moon as orchestra.

And numberless roses
who petals by kisses
gently fall upon lips.

Ours.

The divine within you
and within me a stupor
by love drunkenness.

Where once were broken
nerves are now nestled
eggs as warm with love.

Us.

:: 09-12-2017 ::


THE NIGHT’S PURSE

The last of a songbird’s notes have fallen into the night’s purse,
and you have known my dances are behind shadows where some of
me has hidden to heal or die.

It seems there are no truths but only dirt and tears and at last
the only remaining mouth that spills songs into hearts
and tender arms is yours my love.

Where we exist there are no stationary objects but a wide orbit
that entertains the unknowable; to feel the butterfly awaken
is an infinite joy stooped upon the vast spirals of our Cathedral.

This love, our love, is universal and eternal.

Forever yours!

:: 07-12-2017 ::


SOFT BREEZE SUMMERS

MOSTLY, as soft breeze summers
dance is when the world spins
for me, it is you that i
marvel; my most passionate
pasttime being with you
AND holding the hands that my
heart craves is like beautiful
flowers that dance in splendid
golden light my love!

:: 07-12-2017 ::
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