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.

Small Potato's Offering

Lilies never welcomed me here
This jewel is for the first-rate
whose print paints compelling rainbows
of freedom, love, masterpiece, hate...

Concept is for the eventides,
who nobly sits on the mountain,
whose words embraced by the forest
to guide, to inspire, to sustain..

I am nobody at the edge
picking words fallen from the trees,
melting hours to form candied verse,
to the best might I could express.

Forgive me for taking this chance,
this one fickle finger of fate.
I'd like to tell you about greens,
how good they swayed and tuned to late...

how the nature stops evolving
for the flowering of a rose,
or spring daffodils by the pond
that spurs imagination for a prose.

And before this short chance shall wilt
like Queen of the Night in the mead
that turned to a plain, faint cactus
and lives hidden on the wearied beads.

Let me tell you about the greens,
the mystical blue butterfly,
just to inflict a little smile
and a drop of hope in your sigh.