Tag Archives: #romance

THIS NIGHT THE WIND

this night the wind is speaking softly
to me as aloft as a feather never
touching the ground.

and my love is a distance away.

That love comes to me it comes
mainly at night; when night is
a determined Spirit as so Love.

So my love as we both endure
exhaust from growing emotions as
flowers from Spring and at times
flakes of brilliant snow in cold
moments it is your eternal
hands and heavenly fragance that
exceed all space and time.

It is we who desire to endure!

:: 09-15-2017 ::


STEEPLE’D TEARS

Then a little, my bit of space.  That my heart is the boundless country
with open joy and mind, you are a tallest  roof with steeple’d tears.
The taste, bring me sweet my love and salt.  No wounds but healing thoughts.
   Love you you love
   You kiss kiss you
We hug.
Laugh and sleep to awaken again
   Together as always as together.
Us.
:: 08-23-2017 ::

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a laughter sprung
out of Spring
measured by love
a burst-joy heart!
i dreamed //
i can not say
a Sparrow sang
but saw the trees
for the love
for the love of hearts
for the love of us!
…a laughter sprung!

:: 01-17-2015 ::


TWO LIPS BY THE GARDEN

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THE SPAN OF TIME

What is the span of time

compared to love?

A week, or month or centuries?

And how would the heart survive

within a myriad of perils

at the foot of that abyss?

And how long does a man

spend dying?

The brain thinks as the
fingers thrump the counter top
and no knowledgeable priests
or philosopher knows — i know
seeing god and devil part their ways
to visit the eternal void

And all these happen-stance
wittinesses will count to twelve
and keep the secret within their
inner most hearts!

:: 12152015 ::


WHEN I AM ALONE I AM WITH YOU

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WHEN i am alone i am with you
my heart’s aflutter!
i am standing on the edge
of life crying. Life give me
the answer of what i am.
When i wait here i hope for
your gentle smile and love
your insides a pleasant
surprise. And soft hair
touches my deepest love,
it’s throbbing!

Then i put on my face
and walk the streets again.

2
I smell you i feel you
then again i write my prose
and my heart closes like a clam

Inside the universe there’s a
soul burning with you
i don’t want to be without you
tick as i tick flowing like time
i embrace your world with eyes
rolled back, a pool in time

3
Come please, forget this world
and jump into my world
when i am a lone i am with you
my heart’s aflutter!
i am standing on the edge
of this life crying.

:: 11050215 ::


WE PLAY IN FALLEN LEAVES

WHEN i close my eyes
like now:warm evening nights
and curtains dancing-like what
i wish for my heart
when i close my eyes
like now:feelings hot like passion
and i look at my soul so alone
i wish for my life
wish for autumn days when we play
in fallen leaves and sip coffee and
talk of a life-never apart IS when
i close my eyes, makes me want to
die within your arms The one i yet
to meet but breaths and is so beautiful!

:: 09-01-2015 ::


TINY FLEETING FEET

two tiny fleeting feet
rushing mushing mushroom
upon chase of time
so early in morrow
morning kisses
says rooster:
not fair i have no roost!
says the butterfly:’Sweet’
before nectar drinking
and Cupid signs: “All lovers
need a drink of Spirited Love
to start a Romantic Day!

:: 08-27-2015 ::


THIS IS WHERE THE LIGHT FALLS WHICH TOUCH ME

LETTER II

Her to Him

THIS weather is cold and my fingers are acting old;
a friend happened last week to provide me with
a few papers of your ink written by both hand
and heart; this is purely my conjecture as i
believe it is true. As all these words i read
that entice my eyes somewhat like summer raining
on which are now icy fields of white and unforgiving
white. The complexity of love is dumbfounded by
both spirit and soul; and even though my volume
of thoughts could dry this ink well i say i wish
that i offer comfort to you my friend for a few
slight disgraces. i am both approachable but then
sometimes best at night when the evening has become
this very quiet lover you are challenging.

i wish you the best in this endeavor!
:: 08-07-2015 ::


TWO MINUS ONE IS PAIN

TO imagine love
:: life ::
when living is this
worthless dead
rose (do restrain)
when soul/mind complains
this wish through heart
then tragically restrained
weeds contain roses(
love) then Springtime
comes: and humanity
shouts sweetly to lovers
with broken hearts:
success is a tear
shed by the greatest lost
of love!

:: 06-29-2015 ::