My lady, the gentle nature
of your grace did smitten
softly all my sensibility!
In a word — impossibility!
The shift and stockings,
and kerchief and shoes!
What hair and mittens
and pockets and stays —
my adoration for your
pin ball and scissor clip too!
My adoration for you
the loveliest woman!
:: 10-21-2014 ::
I and just me and no thing more
fell toward the bottom of heaven
it was simply my desire to kiss
and hold an unapproachable
beauty I met, and you, a magic
like– new things with hidden treasure
and I did forever give my faith
and heart and trust and our ship
sailed toward many ports of life
and we were happy then…
but tempest of a waterGod
batter yourHull heart and we
drowned and died like Jones
I love the sea and water nymph,
but never knew how deeply
and coldly your ocean went.
I simply died nowHere.
:: 10-17-2014 ::
LUST is a sticky thing
I touched it once
and never have removed
it’s vicious luscious
touch
//–//
and the memory perhaps
a not — return
in me eternally
and i me-my aching
overarching burning
knows emptiness
you have my soul
— my longKiss
machine who without
and i feel no one
feeling meMy broken
soul drags me down
where noThing hurts
:: 10-08-2014 ::
where, my ‘lost’
should
choose to hide?
when my ‘lost’
gained
the hand I tried
so tried to hold
it left (or died?)
where my ‘lost’
shall I run?
the memories
of love
or the new ones
of pain and shadow
if I run (and I should)
toward the sun
what fires but that
to cleanse my soul!
:: 10-05-2015 ::
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