My Sweetheart

My Sweetheart,

 take me to the pinnacle of your dreams...

 I'll transpose them into reality.

 

 when two destined souls

bump into their inevitable destiny...

 

 from despondency surged contentment

from vacuity grew inspiration

from loneliness came euphoria...

 

 the unyielding, sacred seams

of our hearts

locked the bygones

releasing fresh passage

of a poetical romance

 

the vacuous hearts we once had

we will fill with warmth

acquiescing bliss to often flow

inducing subtle goosebumps...awakening

for those who connect with our elysium...

 

 our gift, promising and resplendent

seducing every second to melt jocundly

to intensely poetized our soulful eyes,

felicity fires our lips without fail

for doting words to cling our fluttering hearts...

 

 to devotedly love endlessly,

to be with in suffering and serenity,

to hold hands in assurance and uncertainty...

for the destined souls,

dreams do come true.

 

 So, Sweetheart

 take me to pinnacle of your dreams...

 

Cura Perpetuum

Burried in strenous chore

the hymn goes through my ears

with depleted mind

I sit...

 

Oh how your cheer took over

your words rich, devoted and appeasing

song slipping gently into my aroused heart

mid each dash of perfection stretch

from the curves of your lips

to console the weariness...cura perpetuum.

 

 

Overthrowing minor work

the rapport longing but sweet

with the serene reclining

you rub...

 

Oh how my eyes shut

smirking through each care of your silver words

on my yearning marrow they pour devoutly

quenching my common thirst

those words candid but thoughtful 

healing my very weak bits...cura perpetuum.

 

Rolling up my sleeves

important files on my desk

to the rented breathing spell

I give in... 

 

Cloaked in the dimness

I stretch my left foot on top of the other

sedative glide through my back

my head against interlocked fingers

savoring tender attention

burning bond locking souls...cura perpertuum.

 

Perceiving St. Michael's antidote

requiescence hightened per minute

with closing of my eyelids

I breathe...

 

Oh how minutes melt

when I think of you and whisper prose

entwining my heart with my airy soul

transmitting the beams of our zeal

lips moving to amusing curvature

until I breathe you inside me...cura perpetuum.

 

True, my cure forever

in common place tomorrow

my weariness

your gentleness

our momentousness

secured

preserved

revered

and treasured

with cura perpetuum.

 

 



My Love Song

And suddenly,

you became the music

 

a love song...

 

To caress the woman

of my tender side

 

To soften the temper

of my strenuous moon

 

To paint the canvas

of my vast hollow

 

Your melody so gentle

courteous evermore

 

To rest for keeps

in beauteous memoria

 

Exuding creativity

from now kindred heart

 

My smile laced this minute

your lyrics transformed me

 

when suddenly

you became the music

 

My love song.

Ethereal Moments

How many times

has it been today?

A cascading pendulum

discarded...gradually.

 

Countless smiles entangle

the untamed passion

within the feverish recesses

unfolding euphoric exaltation.

 

Words delicately woven

of intense and witty

coating the desire

to unite with yours, freely.

 

Cherished pearls of bounteous grandeur

formed in fair flare feelings

with symbiosis of space and time

the torrents of our yearnings.

 

The gifts of our sacrificial nature

birthing peculiar momentum

flushing all that was unclear

hearts flutter...continuum.

 

Moments such as this

polish pearls of celestial art

the sky parted in moving mantra

with our precious keepsake sweetheart.

 

Chocolate

Hello Happiness...

 

My hidden gift,

your naughty trick,

 

cloaked

in distinct but

magical coloring

raring for affirmation.

 

Dip into me gently

in each pulsating muscle.

 

Quick, pump up the plasma

within my half-grown veins.

 

My almost

exposed

wish

 

Hidden

in a sweet pretense

of a squint.

 

Heart beat

skips

in seconds

 

...bypassing entrapment...

 

 

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Glance over me

See the desire

dripping on my lips

 

A voyage of discovery

 

 excitement...enticement..

with the lure of delight

rip my reservations

 

An exploding cocoon

reclining on the tick of second.

 

Come closer

 

I'm gonna bite you!

 

 

You Are My Beautiful Poetry

The promise of hope is pouring it's gifts,
their blessings astound my stillness keep
And i am smacked by questioning;
Willl I be guided
if things don't befall to plan?

The magnitude of pigments perform in my mind
and amidst that display,
I am knocked speechless
Yet speechless, beyond doubt I can denote
the naked poetic chemistry
in the excitement of our souls.

I smile into the calmness
The fairness takes it's toll
A love that is a bliss is granted to me,
Ardent wind lifts me high
But still I am speechless

For you to dance me to the moonlit's end
To scribe tender words on painted walls
Signs of our beatitudes
Pleasant songs of my contentment

Exhale in serenity
A pleasure so right on
Indeed, it's a blissful strife
in the battle of life
To have someone destined to own.

And if we'll be smacked by questioning;
Will we be guided
if things don't befall to plan?
That magical reality, life
is still full of rhythmic lines, regardless.

My Treasured Love

Somewhere
in the midst of our journey,
I'm certain to hear the giggling air
in compliance
to my beating heart

Forever
burst forth
promises to the beyond

But this chance is ours
for each hours
eternity is in our hands

Seasons consent to bear witness
the yearning of two damaged hearts

Bearer of once injured wings
ascend in unison

No haste
upon the brightness of our venturous

yet cautious course

One step at a time

They say
it's easy to fall in love
but to meet someone
who will catch you when you fall
is hard

Perchance, I'm a lucky girl

Within prickles and pleasures of life
the nymph found her satyr

My treasured love.

The Rain

The rain softly hits the roof
So calm and peaceful
Yet when it picks up
It is unpleasant and blearing

Terrifying the girl inside me
All through the night

Although it is absurd

I'm hoping the moon turned on
In this dark room
I sense the air is wheezing
For it's company

Instead
The least thing I need
To fill this room
Came

The sound of love songs.

So i know
That this endless
Crap
Ended

And left me spent
Frost-bound
In a room where all symmetry
Begin to drown

In this bleak nightly course
I yearn to hold the fragile form of me
In utopian silence

At least before the rain
Begin to pour again
At dawn.