WHETHER the floating begins at night
or surprises my heart within the day
my floating rises above the skies
and always ends with you at my side
So very gentle is the lift —
that soft and warm nudge at the start
its honey and thick and warm — like your heart
we float above and away with all its brought
I’m floating away
away with you
floating inside
the love of you
We’re soaring so close
close to the sun
it’s flames embracing
our souls as one
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YES it is so very tender
fragile to the touch
what a breath could break
but somehow — I do not know —
with you I trust
So tread so softly upon my heart
tip-toe across emotions like a ghost
and always remember this the most —
love is indestructable but not my heart
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‘IF’ — the word of choice
for ‘Us” to be the most
separated by option…
An illusion for confusion
Remove the mind —
and receive the soul
How many lovers stumble
broken syntax in motion
a bruise makes the heart humble
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[In regards to fragments of poetry]
THIS they do —
organize chaos
in loving fashion
written in soul’s ink
with the deepest passion
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ASHAMED asylum pry secrets
from past heavens
who keep landmarks
so ruined in wonder
Your locked revelations — shrinking
diminishing truth…
Past borders beyond the soul
that cries in velvet tissue
bending truths into creased belief
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TO the beautiful woman
in blue and white —
apple bite smiles
— butterfly lash
from far flung land
of beaches so white
Your smile caught
in perpetual delight
i devour the pearl
of your eyes —
slender kiss finger
let me embrace the rays
of your eternal fire
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THIS night below
a brilliant moon
who knows the fate
of romantic fools
No longer am I
here or there —
only with you
As night falls
sweet passion rises
twilight winks below
a dividing line
of sky and mother earth
I do pursue your flower
and kiss your mouth
and taste a fragrance
so sweet of tulips
and the wind sweeps songs
upon my tender heart
We’ve frozen time
So slowly slip
beyond the reach
of mortality
Above the skies
— into eternity
two spirits as one
we fly
–//–
YESTERDAY was a wet sorrow fallen from a leaf
and I picked up the pieces of your broken heart
I thought a skip or two from the hip of my heart
would correct the limp of your soul and spirit
Now you, my friend, have serious damage of life
(I commend the spirit of your endeavor lover)
But now I refrain from the flame of destruction
but love the teeter-totter of fatalistic love
(hush my love just bite the lip of fate for us)
and now my shoes have lost their sole —
and souls of those that walk without so much
begin to regret the price of one-for-two
Pretty woman…(yes my love) pretty woman
I cannot deny the love that keeps my orbit
Pretty women…(so my love?) pretty women
I run in circles trying to find your reason
run I do when my lungs collapse from denial
Let my sorrow burn the fields of flowers
from your maddening sickness in this season
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