THE mango kiss when did-lee!
heart fitting /\ sliding
throaty passion ate lay-
in, me my annabelle lee,
silent annabelle lee breath,
i am here and you–here my love?
“always within thee my love!”
my annabelle lee, my love!
:: 09-30-2014 ::
Tag Archives: #romance
SPRING SMELLS LIKE LOVE
DYING PARADISE
A walk though my valley
and even death —
laughs, and snow-shower
— lives disheveled
sparrows
: hope! it’s very small
my delicate dying paradise!
What’s cold to him
makes that thing live
trip, sliding-banking
death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living
in a violent paradise
A universe full of motion
and the power of money
hour after every dying hour
watch out where your talking
the devil smiles sodium lamp
— light in my darkened heart
We’re all living in a delicate
situation, a dying paradise
where mothers and fathers too
contemplate skipping life
for that dying paradise
We’re all living, oh yeah
in a world of hurt and pain
We’re all living, hell yes
in a dying paradise!
Where death is nothing but
a heartbeat away and we sing,
“what’s cold to him makes
that thing live, trip, sliding-
banking death, a thing nothing like
twenty-three and living within
a violent paradise!
:: 09-22-2014 ::
YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL
you have a wonderful
smile…
atomic…
the light of a sunset
before it explodes
across the horizon
:: 09-19-2014 ::
TO THEE I SAY
To thee I say,
what is the most
beautiful poem
That kindles your
heart so brightly
For mine heart surely knows
what brings the morning light
and the sing-song of birds
Before me, I clearly see
such prose —
Your heart, face and soul
is thoust most beautiful poem!
:: 09-19-2014 ::
YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL
you have a
wonderful
smile…
atomic…
the light of a sunset
before it explodes
across the horizon
:: 09-19-2014 ::
TO THEE I SAY
To thee I say,
what is the most
beautiful poem
That kindles your
heart so brightly
For mine heart surely knows
what brings the morning light
and the sing-song of birds
Before me, I clearly see
such prose —
Your heart, face and soul
is thoust most beautiful poem!
:: 09-19-2014 ::
SEXY. IMMORTAL AGE, FINE SKIN, WOMAN
–sexy–. immortal age, fine skin, woman.
your vast fields held a single gate,
the heart you seek when in mortal fear,
deftly in soft romance. You come. To me,
so sweet and cute and take what is mine.
Through my golden gate of stability —
my apple on a table you bite and eat.
No sin. No gain. Only pain.
:: 06-05-2014 ::
CHOPIN’S GHOST
this kiss of cold
–ness froze my soul
a tin can kicked
beyond winter’s road
hands in pockets
did not abate the shiver
ice-shattered thoughts
as I walk alone down
my cobble-path stones
across the way as I walk
and through a golden lilt
window-soul I hear
Chopin playing on air
my friend-soul I’m told
kissing my footfalls
———— as I go
:: 04-28-2014 ::
TULIPS TO KISS
did you see! my kiss
in that breeze
maybe you saw
a butterfly-heart
wet and brilliant
flutter by
flutter heart
what season of love
my sun-bliss kiss
upon tiny lips
tulips to kiss!
that butterfly heart
a summer’s dream too
:: 04-22-2014 ::
TIME’S PASSION
How long
can a dove’s
feather survive
within a furnace
and what of
that first kiss
ever
does it still
press upon your
lips
what love exists
if not in time
forever imprinted
upon the heart
and if time ceased
would all love
cascade down
into your velvet
pocket of passion
and would slender
fingers nimbly touch
the lost love
of time’s passing
passion — never dies
:: 04-22-2014 ::
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