My love for you is a rose almond. Luscious and creamier than milk, itself. Sliding into sleep, I search for you. Am I deluded? Do you feel the same? A luscious rose almond. I search for love that is creamier than milk, itself. Sleep, itself is deluded. Do you feel I am sliding? The same? … Continue reading Unintended
Morning thickens around us, like verses, full of meaning as clouds consumed with thought are kissed a brilliant white, and I, in deepening admiration surrender to conversation rapt in the poesy of your philosophical being, perhaps I belong to you to what seems lost but is a gentle remnant unfound-- I listen to your words, … Continue reading November Dawn: Of ripeness, and colour and time of propinquity
No softeners required, lemon or lime my ecstasy my medication as I pace along lines of the mind's track field-- the muse knows nothing of the promise of tomorrow nor predicts slow opening of your eyes, your groans bittersweet as cinnamon sweet and savory all at the same time-- still making me grin your eyes … Continue reading As deep as breath goes
Every night when I lie down beneath the stars I die, my only companion being a blanket of sky and words ringing loudly in my ears, and every morning as I wake my mind conjures new images for the soul to dip in— and even though the eyes may only discern one step at a … Continue reading To Begin With, the Fading Night and Blossoming Day
You leave me unfinished staring deeply into the abyss of time, I, a rough sketch of desire, attempting to put words together your scent lingers as rain conjuring a gentle yet dark pattern upon my skin, remember when we were strangers-- in tandem stationed in the bucolic hills the shape of those days meant nothing … Continue reading Remember when we were strangers?
Breathless, I watch as frost grows over the windows, the cold air allows me to discern the thoughts forming slowly in my mind, and fire which despite freezing temperature continues to fill my chest. Can I embrace you, to wake me from oblivion? Brush upon your lips lightly, offer a kiss, and rage against the … Continue reading Over the river and through the woods, we tread knowing well what’s ahead of us