After the rain

There is a wildness to the rain;
just like there is to the human spirit.
Can you feel it?
Somnolent, the dry earth is awakened, tendrils of feeling
reaching deeper and deeper,
relentless in their tenacity and with little intention of stopping—
in hindsight the moment was significant,
a prognosis of sorts;
a rush of thoughts liberated with a cry of exclamation,
a flurry of stolen kisses— I linger for you
unshakeable in my belief,
like a leaf is when swirling, slowly, steadily and inevitably in the wind.
I have read you carefully,
sipped the heady wine of viridian irises,
it’s uncanny
there seems to be no explanation for this exquisite attraction,
my lips formed to rebel,
to break through the bonds of convention— the rain, in all its glory,
has sunk into my roots; I feel no regret.



Photo credits: Pinterest

A Skylover Wordlist:  Somnolent, uncanny, rebel, prognosis 💝

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Green Corn Moon ~ Part One: Amidst the ache and turmoil

The moon’s a prognosis of what’s to come;
and rising on the sprawling green of my cornfield heart,
why is it that the world insists upon dissecting what cannot be dissected?
I barely recognize the faces which once seemed familiar
and warm,
it’s uncanny
how perception of the world changes when circumstances go awry—
I prefer not to transgress, to go about and tackle situations as softly
as shoes
of a ballet dancer instead;
adorning and rejuvenating the only stage that matters.
The moon, in omens of tempest and calm doesn’t actually alter its shape;
not even when waning,
it’s knowledge
which comes only after we have spent a considerable amount of time
sustaining ourselves—
I am firelight, my consciousness immune to toxicity, to blackness
that surrounds and torments; I smile knowing it too is a form of rebellion.



Photo credits: Henrik Aa. Uldalen painting, Pinterest

A Skylover Wordlist: Uncanny, firelight, transgress, awry,
rebel, somnolent, prognosis, vagrant 💝

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One last innocent glance before I drink from the liqueur glass

As I would bite into the ripeness of plums;
so, would I attempt to pave my way into your breast—
your breath would catch
as night moves closer to the inception of dawn;
so much of you is already written
into my soul.
A smile, a glimpse into hurrying possibilities;
the long, lush
and riotous reeds of your untamed desire would part,
igniting the sky—
the contour of your torso is nothing less than enigmatic;
it requires attention,
wind-blown kisses tinged with a willingness to explore;
for when we touch
even in the slightest, hushed and most insignificant way,
I am lifted.




Photo credits: Pinterest

Skylover Wordlist: Enigmatic (words found and used after
scrambling are) Tame, ignite, tinge 💝

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I Want To Love You

I want to love you;
as twilight comes to bring respite, to the time of reflection
upon the day gone by and awaiting
to be renewed by the sun—
such is the allusion to enthused season,
to every fiber in my being which the day heralds.
I will let you set the pace,
for only then can poetry drink from the rain—
I don’t know what hits me more, rhythm
or mere limitations of language;
perhaps conflict of every nature is what keeps us going.
I watch as lips curl around the rim of the glass,
around purpose, around punctuation,
leaving behind a painted streak that begs not to edit—
I am brave enough;
for what is emotion but a road upon which we are called
to travel?
I harbor a wild, insatiable appetite to live blatantly
in my audacity to be me; I want to love you.




Photo credits: Richard Blunt Artwork, Pinterest

Words Used: Allusion, conflict, edit, pace, punctuation,
poetry, rhythm 💝

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