I DIG love
like it’s honey
I dig love
in the morning
I dig love
…so sunny
What you say
liqurious lips
passion bites
and I sing
scream and grind
I dig love
hm – oh yeah
in the morning
and sunset too
mid-day sweets
I dig love…
yes I do
mostly I dig
— you
:: 01-22/2014 ::
LOVE seeps into affairs
my sweet love…
Speaks in ancient words
sweet love
burns the rule book
— so be strong love
changes the world
and doesn’t paint
life by numbers
sweet love…
Who you want love
isn’t by any name
the tongue can’t speak
the feeling you have
so you’re going to have
to take the tiger
by its tail sweet love
and devour it’s heart
Love is a chore
for the strongest hearts
:: 01/22/2014 ::
I SHAN’T be long this day
for I am gathering
— the brood
Sister bring the daisies
as sometimes
— the hare devour
Leave the cupboard spirits
and tend to father’s farm
— my hands are raw and bare!
And tonight I have a grand affair
the genteel
— sprouts my field
and I’ve nothing for my hare
Your foolery spoils my day
curse be a ruined affair!
:: 01-22-2014 ::
I INTERRUPTED the death
of a quaint soul this day
who wandered needlessly
across frozen fields in May
She spoke a single word
— beloved…
Her soul cleaved into
part of a half from two
Gently held within my hand
With a word I put them
— back into a whole
and then I spoke
a single word…
— beloved
:: 01-22-2014 ::
WHEN I meet true love
I shall know
— the ice upon my heart
shall burst into a mist
of brilliant fire drops
::01-21-2014::
MY confession
what be it may
stately said…
I do adore
hedonistic lore
And my passion
borders beyond
— the day of light
into a fray
some may fright
But at the end
of any day…
a brilliant sun
and nymph of light
rules out all
— it is my sweet
love for life
::01/20/2014::
LOVE my love
never dies
sometimes weak…
But you keep
a fire lit
— between us
In the night
such might
bequeath us
Such delight
the arrow
— of Cupid…
Binds us…
pierced
— as one
Never leave
but believe
such a gift…
rare is love
:: 01/20/2014::
WE are part of
indeed part in
life and love
pain and sorrow…
Leave no stone
unstepped —
no heart untouched
daylight afire
nighttime desire
::01-18-2014::
THE dance began with a smile
tempered joy-tickled heart
we knew the feelings teasingly
— fought the flood passion-lay
to no avail so we set our sails
and off we sailed into our dreams
::01-19-2014::
MY road I’ve trampled
a dusty forlorn mistress
twisting winding wishing
burning rubber
— upon her curves
a wreckage I am missing
a crashing
— through the guardrail
slowly am I falling
toward the heap
of twisting metal
toward the graveyard
of the ghosts
of boyfriends-past
::01-20-2104
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