A WISH
EXEMPLAR SOUL!
Wakened! my eyes,
awakened to you!
to cast off sleep
and behold the angel
next to me!
i should never behold
what my mind
could never believe!
But so! What skin!
like heaven! And
her pout y lips sleeping!
I am less now than before!
to be before my angel.
:: 02-23-2015 ::
A MORNING DELIGHTFUL
wakened! my eyes,
awakened to you!
to cast off sleep
and behold the angel
next to me!
i should never behold
what my mind
could never believe.
But so! What skin,
like heaven! And
her pouty lips sleeping!
I am less now than forever!
to be before my angel.
Oh, i surely fell through
a hole opened by
the heavens!
And she gently sleeps
(and snores) like
any angel!
:: 02-23-2015 ::
THE ALMOST UNSPEAKABLE
twine thou heart
unto mine
speak what love
tis time!
we merrily share
in life
And all of life
just one moment
we cherish
entwined in love!
:: 02-23-2015 ::
WHAT LOVE IS
What love is without hope?
and nature nurtures
these two! be it winged
or those that walk upon
two; love is by nature
a thing unmatched!
and i died the small death
watching you; walk
toward my heart. I dreamed
the long dream sleeping
until awoken by a touching
softly fluttering butterfly
like your eyes searching my soul.
and then! what space between
lovers like you! and myself
closed upon the seeking lips
confirmed. Love is here,
where we reside, a house of hope
built upon two hearts as one.
:: 02-22-2015 ::
THE FIRST LOVE
I can see across
the ages
and your smile
always seems so fresh!
a moment in time:
we kissed beneath
the apple tree!
you took the bite (of me)
and i cried:
I shouldn’t have
let you
torture me so sweetly,
an entire world pays our sin.
I could never say
‘no’ to you and you;
a withered reed blowing
in time. but I’m an
“unforgiven” as you are my love
but it’s good,
so good enough to see a world
birthed from this love!
Oh come toward me let’s be;
good enough. So good enough
for all of us, oh, i could
never say ‘no’ to you.
:: 02-22-2015 ::
A POET TO HIS BELOVED
and if words were
fruit
upon a vine
and sun like wine
i could forever
taste sweet life
and be drunk in love!
and if you ever
met me, i too would write
a greatest prose
describing you:
the glory called Love!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
A SECRET THOUGHT
at times i think
if my skull
were opened
one would find
a beating heart
instead of brain
and within my
chest; a cavity
to fill with hope!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
SWEET PLUSH PURR
sweet plush purr
like a squeeze-
box when sleeping!
little kitty making
squeezing songs!
dreaming sleeping
while the day
is so young!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
The Lover In a Hailstorm
Disheveled
mind, running heart
and dimmed eyes,
I once loved
a beautiful soul
who became
my life only to fold
and crease
my heart squared neatly:
Her lips spoke without
words and mine too,
like dying petals in
a dark hailstorm!
I saw within her eyes
a thank you
and then the spark gone!
and the hell storm
never ceased;
tearing petals from
all the world’s flowers!
:: 02-21-2015 ::
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