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 ::
Passion, when did you deliver/ when i met you
the hammer upon this hungry anvil –> knock,
knock –> knocking! Kiss, hand in that hungry
lip-lock angry lip wanting passion! —->the
road up to the river was empty until we arrived||
Bridge. Fog. Music and smoke from a
lit cigarette and hips thrusted into the
imagination of darkness from night time
stories . the wet shore of anguishing
waves spoke: we can be together — only
you, only me.
the CITY NIGHTS
LAUGHING
WAITING FOR NO ONE
AND IN WATER, IN HIPS,
UNTIL NIGHT SEEPS INTO MEMORIES
ESCAPING DAY.
:: 09-08-2017 ::
i wish my will for today
and tomorrow
i wish to never forget our love
i wish to forget that yesterday
(and then before)
i wished to death the love of us
and eternity is without time
and love is more
that love is ours
a love alive outside of time
i wish my fears my love i feared
i wished today my love ~
them all away!
and the sun blew a kiss I ate it
all inside for me
that love reside inside of us
my love!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
then Wishing is less than
a grip of strong wanting.
then whispering an echo
and feeble moreso
than needing where mountains
shake from determination
and then a breeze as degrees
of desires and needs!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
i am when was a good idea
that broken wheel
without a carriage or
passenger whose journey
by most unreal eyes
that can see all 4 seasons
in that glimpse
of forgotten reason;
that begging my sleeping brain
the permanently attentive
mind could never be yours /
so be it \ in all our dreams!
:: 09-08-2017 ::
By ways of morning stars
and dew-lipped kissing
dreams i am here
Sideways within my arms
tulips swaying colors
spent you are there
A mourning comes as night
wanes into the seams
of lasting pasts
at last we are One.
:: 09-04-2017 ::
IF love took me
take me my love
when breathing is
you breathing with me
and life is at
it’s most loving.
And nighttime:
my hand upon your
breast keeps time
as an arm of the hour
stealing moments
within our dark.
As jaws of Cupid open
my priest of pain
begins to sing:
“Ruby heart, padlocks
and all, deployed by
angels smiling
thunderbolt-lust;
and i, too frail.”
Drowning in wishing-
like sea swells
like if love took me
take me my love
across the night
into the dews, and the
‘give me everything
i wish/give me everything
i love/where life is at
it’s most loving.
:: 08-27-2017 ::
MY mind (because it taught me) loves me
Who minds when lies are sugar coated
Within all my ruin it called me lovely
I never begged for mercy when my face
turned blue
because the most sincerest liar is the
\mind/
+
Laughing with a straight jacket on
for dinner as a bug within my ear
said it all; no one has a choice
but to accept free will so we all
sing along, “oh eh oh eh where’d
I ever go wrong?”
:: 08-20-2017 ::
That within my hands
are the crumbled lives
of ghosts who have passed
me by
And when like a wounded demon
that begs so perfectly saying
all the lies I wish were true
These are the least favorite things
I find within my life
When the world closes its eyes
and love moves away like a train
from purgatory’s station
When like a sentenced soul
the judge turns away from shame
then my life has been
but a sweet memory
and the most wonderful
pain of all…
:: 08-19-2017 ::
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