THIS game
we love-play
to chase
your candy-tongue
Such a delight
for me my love
They dance
and wrestle
such intense
— labour-love
As tender
like rose skin
dew-drench
— potion love
Who wins
the tongue-fight
I say a toss
— soulful tie!
Unless mine
by teeth is pinned
within your
fang-lust clench
::12/21/2013::
I HAVE no living —
save the grace of love
She carries me through
the haze of lonely days
Such is belief in love
that upon my wish
one day may come
Until the purse of lips
touch my tender heart
believe I will that day
love comes to stay
::12/21/2013::
MY dearest love the night comes
and dreams beg for my entrance
into their sleep-web this night.
But before I go there are a few
words my heart demands of my soul.
That I wish my tongue would shape
from molten steel a word or two
— an anvil to slice through such
dimness that fails its path between
spirit and lips.
So tonight I can only utter simple
–crippled–words:
that I love you so…
:::::
I’M falling into blue-skies
because the world
— is tender-round
Fly my feather-heart
into wind-highs
Because your heart
is blue – it makes me cry
No need for crystal-tears
you can hold my hands
and come fly with me
into love-is skies so blue
:::::
UPON empty midnight streets
a washed in silver night rains
I carried your ghost in arms
Not once did you say —
or breath upon my skin
your ghost declines such pleasure
And on that cobblestone night
clickety-clack of horsemen
I saw your shadow in the park
Frozen-stare in congealed time
then in action I ran toward you
there by the grand tree of oak
Moonbeam drops through pale skin
opal hair distant stare
ruby lips love-drench gems
Away the world fell
cascade-passion drowned
eddies swirl-lust despair
You are the ghost
within my arms
moon-leaves fall
sparkle-night burn
one body–two hearts
I carry you today
— tomorrow-eternally
one body
— two hearts
:::::
WHICH way to Summersville
where the sun never stops aglow
wish-may I could go — all day
and bask in summer glow
You say the fire follows
Me muse-way what I love about you
Fire starter kindling my heart
Lets stay in Summersville till May
And the sun burns its tales
and spreads its love across the world
And the sun yearns for its lovers
and dreads the stuff of broken hearts
And the sun can stay
and the fun inside
remains all our lives
And the sun can stay
and the months can fly
but our love is here to stay
:::::
UNE LARME – douce libération
froide ou chaude
coupe la corde
de l’amour ou la vie
[A TEAR — sweet release
cold or hot
cuts the chord
of love or life]
Telle est la vie
aimer davantage – que la vie
et chérir toute vie
[Such is life
love more — than life
and cherish all life]
Un tel amour que la nôtre
coupe la corde
de la vie éternelle
[Such love as ours
cuts the chord
of life eternally]
La larme si doucement
puits sous le coeur
libérer nos âmes dans la vie
[The tear so softly
sinks beneath the heart
release our souls in life]
Apaiser la déchirure – peur
dément la vérité
l’amour est plus fort que tous
[Soothe the tear — fear
belies the truth
love be stronger than them all]
::::
SEEING you and him in a wish
I shall not pass by this night
but cast an arrow across your hearts
spark the light of love — your souls
light breaks — daybreak loves you most
a new day of love for you both
and I sling my arrows your way
All I want is to give love
and love is all I can give
and all is the air I need
to breath the love into you
Tomorrow comes and many other days
gracefully taking time in stride
and loving your time eternally
and all you want is what I gave
and give I give each and every day
I am so cupid — loving you all
nothing greater than giving my all
farming a soil rich in lust and love
nothing better than to give my all
Tomorrow I bring
another lover
to their love
its all I can do
to give to you
::::
WHAT truth does soothe your heart
blindly believing just the words
or that fire within the heart that burns
forging from grace a sensuous smile
great winds that carry it toward you
befitting the Queen you are so quaintly
Royalty in blood and spirit — ethereal
my sword at your beckoned call —
I slay the demons that climb your wall
and quench the thirst of your gentle throat
Gently I stroke the mane of silky hair
and fall do I into that grand land of lush
plushing thrusting bewilderingly rushing
across the field of yet another battle
— to conquer your love and heart
:::::
BE-TENDERLY sweet-kissy
playful nymph
catching fire upon
my surface-lips
warm potion-love
drips hot
barely control-shivers
tingly in all spots
abate your spell
save you burn the lot
pray-tell go gently
such love explodes
my life-will bends
to each gust of wind
that carries your lust
Go gently!
It is all too much!
::::
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