In the dark, I came alive
I found my way
~into the light
Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten,
Towards the wind, I listen!
Skin of envy and gold,
My limbs suddenly unfold,
Gracefully I follow the air,
I found myself without a care,
Every moment, every feeling felt erotically insane,
Seductively, the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight
~into the night.
My breast, not of a little girl
Beyond the hazels, into another world
My life until this point had been a riddle
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch my self gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
I want to see, and embrace the secrets inside me,
I squeeze the damp enigma charcoal sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Tucking my silk pillows, groping my knees,
I rub my lids slowly, satisfactorily complete,
Falling back into the realm of counting sheep.
Featuring: Leonora Galinta
Take My Hands
I Offer Them To You
Hold Them Tight
Never Let Go Of Them!
With all the time on my hands
I gave my hands one job.
My hands paint everything in my life
they paint my weakness, my strength
they paint the fire in my eyes
they hold me when I'm cold
my hands colored my childhood!
Like an architect,
my hands drew the plans and layouts of my life.
My hands *very articulate, are they?
They continue to sew and show the way
Sometimes, my hands paint the truth
Sometimes, my hands paint lies
Painting hurtful images on dry wall
My palms, my fingers embedded calluses from every fall
Creating images, healing my heart
Sometimes my hands are the only friend I see.
With no words to say
I caress the sky line like a mime
My hands ride the wind,
My hands paint a world,
each of their own.
Young and pretty finger prints
They feel, they hold, they grip
Don't let go!
Clever and cute
It's time for motherhood
My hands painted your first hold
Traced your first smile
A painting I treasure forever in my heart
Yes! A Rembrandt they became during birth
Now your all grown up... :-(
Embarrassed to embrace the hold
One day when I'm old you will hold my hands and remember the gold.
My hands paint many designs when it comes to love
sometimes a masterpiece
sometimes a mistake
sometimes my hands felt images I can't describe
Made up moments of handicap when lost
My hands perfect when in love
They write songs when complete
So many interlock moment with you
Firm, the perfect match, my fingers spoke.
they've been told
held so many times
always meeting, greeting,
waving hello's and goodbyes... ((you see my hands, they smile too))
Pinching my way through reality.
Reaching holding on to dreams.
Snapping fingers, we are a team.
My hands age in every turning page
Shriveled and old
Still you embrace and love the hold
my hands touch and make a difference
my hands learned a lot
my hands prayed
and knew their duty.
My hands employed by me.
When they are bored,
they tap and tap and draw THAT' annoying noise.
My hands know secrets, a fortune teller can never reveal
they hold the past, present, and future in every line.
I extend my hands,
without flipping the bird
Thank you Hands!
I am enjoying the sign language show.
In my next life, or so
I will praise my hands
Yes so beautiful, tender, they love to feel...................
I can't believe with all the time I have on my hands.
I forgot to mention I'm left-handed.
"Mine all Mine!"
A thief I long to be
Your eyes original like the moon and sea
A lover in the world............
An Anthology, you walk and talk like the word "AMOR."
The words you send, I nicely tuck under my pillow
Every note every line you left behind
I memorized till they became all mine
Unauthorized I scrape the concrete calluses off the tongue
Pirating the perfect dramatic monologue look,
Basking through the passage around your Bio,
Lost in the musky scent -around the sonnet of your aura light
Epic enough, I reach inside to feel every idyllic rhyme
A strong iambic meter curse, conjuring up the perfect verse
In you I lift a copy paste from your lips,
No need to credit the sources in your bliss
The sweetest undamaged sensual memorandum book
A moment I stole and sealed without copyright proof
My dearest Poet,
When you move across the room
I see a thousand arrows that follow from behind,
Indulged when you speak and point out verse per verse
I am a victim pampered by your words,
Sponging every line, adding them to my crib notes
Improved wordplay that infringed my everyday diary
A haiku so tangible, it sets the perfect images in my dream,
Hypnotize after I read your first love poem
A printed feeling--
Borrowed from the sun
The poet is the language,the mystery in monalisa's smile
The brush of Caravaggio,and palette of Vangogh
He is the sonnet of Mozart and symphony of Bach
The tragedy of Shakespeare,and Pablo's saddest verse
He is the Danube in waltz and swan lake in ballet
The renaissance of fervent passion,and remnants of last breaths
He is the dilemma between immoral,spiritual and sane
He is the shadow of deed,the ombra of sin
The fantasy,desire,illusion,and the inward sigh birthed from night's aurora
He is an outward cry setting in the horizon,in an ocean of tidal waves
The poet is the dreamer of a non-existent affair
He is the hope,the doubt,the fable,the fairytale,of a mortal reality
He is the clown,the living metaphor,the voice
escaping ,returning to a hypocratic,demanding world.
He is the deceiver of time,a newly wed spouse so loyal to his pen
He is the thought which bleeds its petals through fragnant words
The poet is an omnipotent servant,with a will to ask and crave to learn
He is a philosopher whose always an amateur in the pursuit of wisdom.
He is an eternal slave to his muse,addicted to the beverage of inspiration
He knows no lapses in all that is scandolous,royal,or sacred
He is the artist,musician,actor,and clairvoyant of undestined paths
He is the clay's cheap mold carved in the refined sculpture of next century
The poet is an unfinished book,each chapter scribbled in yesterday
An empty page,still to be filled today,and the worn out bookmark of tomorrow
-A poet in heat-
Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion all over the mask you wear
Nothing compares to black stains and broken nails
This part of you
"A CAN'T BE REMOVED" tattoo
The tough skin you'll ever live in
Fountain pens of split identities
Who Are You?
Sinking words like no other
Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme
Inferior poet, making the heart pure
Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!"
You have a desire to paint all day,
Breathing and beating in every way
Toxic lines, from which ink flows
Inhaling images from the world
Deep and cold sorrowed emotions
True love is always easy to poetize
Dear Poet: "Ink Never Lies."
Pretty pink acrostic ink when she's nearby
Sugar and salt, Epic taste of reality
Ballads sung under the full moon
Sunny Sonnets, on any rainy day
Ode's of rivers from your past
A dark smile jotting down memory lane
Monologue tears brought under pressure
Loading cartridges of fresh Senryu and Haiku"
Dramatic red runs through your veins when all is done
Unfolding old and new propagandas
POET: You are my favorite verse in every stanza
((Only this, and nothing more))
Writing is like giving birth
A world of change
Round and round
My heart of envy and gold,
The birth of a new stone
Hazel room, vibrant lilac sky,
Deep orange haze in a warm place
Arms of sapphire and cornflower blue
Fuchsia beauty drip
All colors drift
The day we met
Visions of dark slate-gray
Lighting the new age gem
Turning and creating different stars
Magic mint skies
White antique petals follow the wind
Opal dreams, clouds embedded with impurity
My heartbeat produces flashing colors
The palest amethyst bluebonnet forever fields
Flawless teal drop streams
Diamond shaped love
Ruby red promises to keep
Falling into the deep
Every color spins new
The day I fell in love with you
Peridot lime green shade
A love as old and gray
Olive brownish sun
Our future clear as aquamarine
Everyday you turn fresh new seasons in me
Changing the sequence in my colors and event
Reflected by the mirrors of you
*The feline Texan way*
A fresh coat of paint,” on my nails
Red shade of lips," on my smile
Solid oak charms,” on my wrist
Country music,” in my heart
Flattering eyes,” a rustic, shell.
Join me, won’t you?
In this "Country Girls Tale"
Every day I approach the morning dawn,
I follow the landscape towards the new Texas sun.
Surround by yellow roses and cactus galore.
I brand my name everywhere I go,
I allow you near the limits of my Wild West soul.
I keep it above the snake level everywhere I roll.
Got my head up like a cowgirl,
I slick my hands down my black leather chaps.
I tilt my bullhide hat leaving behind the sweetest Texas Trail.
I rode through many Texas midnight storm.
It took more than raindrops to knock me from my- “2-Steppin’ world.”
A windy ride, bruises under the hide taking it in like- “A Real Cowgirl!”
I got a tight grip on my saddle, holding on to a brighter morrow.
Enjoying the voices and the sound.
Tex-Mex lingo, round and round.
Ropers and Wranglers, is how I dress.
I got it all covered, except for the top of my chest.
Living’ it up^, down here in the south.
Erin’ the lungs, shooting up the fun
Long necks’ and kissing under a rodeo’ moon.
Honky-Tonkers’, tattooing the mocking bird.
You will find me sitting on the Country ground,
Peacefully staring into the eyes of the "Alamo Stars."
Flowing with the art found in the flag I hold.
I am The Wild!
I am The West!
“— A little crazy, but civilized!”
Enjoying the morning breeze,
Where the dew sits on the tip of Mother Nature’s tongue.
There and only there you will find me,
Under the brightest Texas Star.
* ~Dark Silver Haze~ *
(side#1) (side #2)
come taste life ---------- Heart-warming wine
old and stale, ---------- Jot down a line
unflavored, unpolished, --------- Mood changes hue
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
the lowest feeling ---------- How high the cost
eternal gray sky ---------- How much is lost
hollow memories ---------- Back payment due
A sour, dim shade --------- To sweet silver blue
weak limbs, overpower ------- Head shake and sigh
moments of lights -------- None left to deny
everything ends -------- Insight in view
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
torn from reality -------- Somehow I gain
low spirits of sorrow -------- Beauty from pain
bitter and dull, --------- As thoughts turn to you
A sour, dim shade -------- To sweet silver blue
**A deep Look Into The eyes of the Poet Destroyer**
~A Tim Ryerson Collaboration~
I want to feel you
like a petal feels the wind
I want to touch you
like dewdrops touch my skin
I want to hold you
like moon shadows hold a star
I want to tickle you
like the flutter of a butterfly
tickles my heart, from fields afar
I want to lay my head upon your lap
like a child lays his head upon the lap
of a sterile mother in her fertile dream
I want to miss you
like an immigrant misses his homeland
the land which deceived his opportunities
yet embraced his first footstep
and held his last tear in a stream
I want to think of you ,ardently
I want to seek for you,,secretly
In the same way those paramour's enchanting eyes
seek and wander for his flamboyant mistress
I want to live,dying to have you
like a hero dies in battle
thinking of his daughter's last smile
and family pictures.
I want to find you
in the same way my faith finds God
Without seeing,without knowing
with all doubts,questions and mysteries
With all that I am,and ever will be
I want to love you .
Color me white, or color me black. Color
me brown, or color me red. Color me
yellow, but color me to be just me.
Color me anyway you want. You are the
artist, you know what to do, just capture
my beauty and let it show through.
My beauty is not on the outside for everyone
to see. My beauty comes from within and
few people have seen.
Color me with the colors that you so much
love to use and when people see this painting,
they will see themselves in me.
The people will ask you - why did you put so
many colors on me and you will tell them - because
the beauty I did see.
The painting is now finished, the artist has done
his job. A painting of many colors, that he is very
The colors bring beauty to the painting on the
wall, but if we were all colored blind - we wouldn't
see any colors at all...
Copyright: written by
Lucilla M. Carrillo
I wrote this poem because through out life
I have seen a lot of injustice done, because
of who we are , or where we came from. We
did not choose to be who we are, or where
we came from. God chose that for us. I don't
think God made a mistake when He made us.
He had His reasons. We are who we are, that
can never be changed. We live in this world.
We are God's Race...
“A Flowers Wilt”
Witness the small existence
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.
A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you,
Until you pick the right flawless touch.
Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,
Courtyard azure eyes,
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left.
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness,
A sweet Lotus echo’
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.
Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity,
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will,
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree,
The Flower wilts
The gardener cries
Featuring: SCRAP METAL
Fresh sand garments
The Mental Colosseum floor
Self infliction's--waging wars
~ AND THE POEM BEGINS ~
A mask, tiny holes
Dancing around my toes
Broad carbon steel
Safe behind my will
Equipment of revenge
Fencing the world with my eyes
I bow, with the morning dew,
My mind a dual in its own world.
When the curtains lift,
I prepare myself with a weapon--
Epee Crest to protect my chest
A sword sharper than fangs
I circle my blade around the door knob
Ready to face the world
Practicing --in hopes today I won't retreat
A magical knightress
Painted in white
~ THE SHOW BEGINS ~
Queen Amri "VS" The Damsel
Wishing it was over
Stainless steel echoes
“Every poke counts”
Hoping & Taking
No room to disengage ---I retreat
Peacefully I secure my stance
I lean in, I disengage ---I flee
Back again, I lunge
The Queen is to smart to retreat
I -Amri, parry away from the argument of the lunge.
Recoil & Double tapped
In and out….. I'm struck
Back to the drawing board
On guard, I stand like a statue
Out of breath; feels like i’m dying
Yet I am still fighting.
The Queen knows what to do.
I Yield, She Wins!
Raising our foils
---At the on guard of another day
I move in swiftly, cutting like razor blades
Using refreshed energy
24 / 7
I attack, She provokes!
Sand runs its course
Victorious against the queen
Touch – tied – triumph -- Touché
Standing on my own 2 feet
I am the
-Grand Finale Show-
Conquering The Battles Inside
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning ocean view
Embracing every word
Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there
I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech.
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night
Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)
Our shadows are silhouetted against the fading orange sky.
A blanket of russet and brown leaves carpet the ground
Like tiny children we kick the wind blown leaves, hearing them crunch under our feet
The silvery moon casts its eerie glow, illuminating the trees
Branches once dripping with their coats of leaves are now naked and exposed
The biting wind reminds us that summer is just a distant memory
Pulling our hoods over our heads we hurry home to a roaring fire
Contest:- One Autumn Night
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender
rising in my dawn
in sun-kissed breeze
An ephemeral beauty
enchanting the depths
of these caramel eyes
Your purple wings flaunt
in whimsical ballad
Sprinkling evanescent dew
across the embers of my heart
And I feel it,a florescent flutter
tickling my bare shoulder
chasing the back of my neck
teasing in wistful wonder
My blushed smile
preserves the moment
of your tender brush
across the silk peach of my cheek
Of your fervent kiss
fading in ethereal bliss
An unspoiled warmth of softened touch
upon the almond scent of my hair
My heart captures the seconds
before those iridescent wings
fly high in sheer splendor
to crimson blossoms which bloom
which sway,which bleed their rose
which wrap their thorns
around my feet,around my hand
So I would not follow
your shimmering dust
on promised paths
of rainbow's pastels
So I would not find you
in the faraway land
Yet,here I am,
On autumn's carpet
I mark my footprints
Yet,here I come
So close to you
Yes,here I stand.
In your beauty, striking jewels within your light
If I where to go into another world
Searching behind each and every fold
Wrapped up inside my mind
There is a never ending vision, of thought
Over half of it one forgets
in a short space me not
Flowering time one stands out striking
It draws from the gentle wishing well
inside the rainbow colors her
all shades of a promise
sprinkling softly in her mist
The heart began singing music to me
as the soul saw your guiding light
I would never break your heart love
one silent promise, made into oneself
at that very moment in time
I felt it
so very special
remembering the sweet pretty birds in song
Magic capturing that very moment
our souls inside out sharing
When the heart fell at your feet
it was truly amazing
You're my dove wings
Flying this heart deeply in love
with your peace the drunken spirit is floating
intoxicated in your space
falling softy emotions swoon
Savoring feelings explode outside reality
your amazing beautiful in my eyes
dazzling the mirrors of dream
I praise him
I kneel before him
I lay and pray and go to sleep
Knowing his eyes are upon my dreams
Like incense that runs, through the air
He seems to rule and flow through my night sky
Like a GOD!
He holds my love in his hands
Gave me the will to be strong
He's more than my shelter
He's more than my guided stars at night
He holds me in his fist so tight
Like the sanity, that keeps me together
He's the warmness of the light through the night
With his GODLINESS!!
In the arms of his temple,
He allows me to sit on the right side of his throne
With his presence by my side, I never feel alone
He healed my sadness with the flow of his veins
He healed my rage, and gave me the gift of serenity
You're my GOD!
No one will never know what I feel for him
All the blessings that I have,
Came since the day I found him,
Now I have my very own GOD!
She isn't beautiful as Nefertiti was.
And unlike Helen,
her face will never launch a thousand ships.
My Maggie's beauty is more open, than entrancing
more welcoming, than enthralling,
more giving, than demanding,
more durable, than perfect.
Perfection inspires no passion,
Nefertiti over Maggie?
Maggie, with her woman's body?
Maggie, with flesh where woman should have flesh?
Maggie, with fullness where love and longing
would suffer nothing else?
Yet she strews a careless beauty all about her,
the tender beauty in her gaze
that holds and softens and moulds
a better man within me
than the one that she first knew,
and the bold, brave beauty of her crooked smile,
her smile that tells me who she is,
and who she does not care to be.
Her smile may never softly kill a single soul
but it warms me, softly warms me
as I hold her spent and gentle body close to mine
it warms me to dream dreams beyond my worth
and to aspire beyond my dreams.
Sunlight sparkles on the shimmering pond
Its mirror like surface smooth as silk
Dragonflies dance across the water
Performing aerial acrobatics like a circus in the air
Water dipping on a fairground ferris wheel
Then plunging dramatically like a helicopter in freefall
Rising and falling skimming the water so gracefully
Transparent gossamar wings flapping in flight
Shimmering like a sapphire in the early morning sun
Dazzling me with your infinite beauty
Some summer days I wish I had wings
Seeing dragonflies’ dancing makes my heart sing
15th May 2014
Awarded 1st place in contest run by Judy Konos
Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding
Gracefully embracing inside visions
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond
Under the moonlight silver gleams
Her silhouette reflecting light
Princess wearing golden horse shoes
One mane in softest satin silk
Regally standing mustang wild
Magically colored purest washed from the ocean foam
Cascading hair scenting of burnt honey
Eyes penetrating in baby blue
Her long lush lashes flutter and glisten
Upon her lips last rosebud's dew
Her coat in white like slushy snowflakes
reflecting glass shards of crescent cradles
She roams the fields singing to the prince
it is only love that will finally set her free
from a curse cast on her beauty
by an evil wizard
To be the only winged unicorn
of it's kind in the world
flying into softest cushioned clouds
She dances and sings,then she stills
In distance she listens to the sound of a flute
And there She sees a gorgeous young man
lying on carpets of evergreen
along with his father,and mother the queen
Her melodic voice like that of a jeweled string harp
hypnotised the prince
He ran and ran after pink butterflies which led the way
They took him to her
They glide above them
then to the promising celestial sky
they flew away baby blue
infinite their love.
As if He knew her in another lifetime sweetly
His eyes where glued. Into her own
He knew he loved her and had to hold her
Never to leave him all by himself
regally standing mustang white
His eyes were fixed into hers...
To her he went with joyful tears
His lips brushed smoothly her every fears
As then he whispered behind her ears
You are a unicorn and I'm a man
but with no other my.heart will share
I ll make you mine if you say yes
The first winged unicorn as a princess
Then he kissed her upon her neck
and a strong wind just pushed him back
From a white horse. ,fair lady She
had now won over her destiny
The prince's lips removed the curse
Now she is his ,as he is hers
Overflowing his heart
in sweeping golden joy
forever on deep sands
living always together
in everlasting happiness
written by Liam and Charmaine
a fun write dear friend
TO THE FLOWER
Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight
Amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love.
Spring tints of pure and fragrance free of guise.
Your hues had paint another sunrise to my eyes;
When once I failed to catch the pledge of morn,
a seed of hope was born to white petals blush.
Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays
must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...?
Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves,
Inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments;
It swayed with grace to dance on winds' despotic beat.
Among the rustling leaves which hugs the earth below;
and like the sun which from distant horizon smiles;
It roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose.
The unfolding mystery of your petals brought
my bewildered mind to peacocks' reflections
Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath
but blinded by intrusions of some strays of shine--
Ambitions which from afar a building sprout;
T'is that let this self to irksome doubt.
Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh
to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent.
A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes
Someone called... but pity, I couldn't tell a note.
If by magic, a butterfly I could become;
Let it be over my being slowly span.
Then with you
[though the specters in our midst are fierce],
I could jet fly though miseries without fear.
But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish
For only covenants call for my journey still;
I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness;
[Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.]
I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay;
Never again you will see me at day-breaks' bloom.
Save something special for others to experience you.
This fleeting apparition I so adored;
Promise me burgeoning petals.
"Be not afraid as season's change...
Beyond today I won't be here to see no harm
Be done with all intentions to your sacred charm.
I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care,
For I must go to some greater musing heaven's ground.
Wilt not as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you dear.
If I return someday...
Will your sublime scent still be here?"
Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting:
© Olive Eloisa Guillermo
October 20, 2014
I am a little jeweled stream
with pebbles that don`t shine
yet gentle is my flow
ceaseless and sublime
I am a silent stream
awaiting dawn`s reflecting hue
awaiting tints of molten gold
awaiting love,awaiting you
You come to me,You come to me
A fiery fire- ball standing up high
A blazing flame in lustrous splendour
seducing me from a blue sky
You reach for me,you reach for me
like a bees' honeycomb
your waxmelt light
You pour it tenderly
upon my surface
Leaving its sparkle
filter through pansies
as singing bluebirds
take their first flight.
I welcome you,I welcome you
I wait last embers to be set free
Before night wears its velvet gown
You sink in me ,You sink in me
You are my sunrise,even my sunset
Incadescent star,the moons you grace
You are the painter's
tinsel on canvas
You are the glow upon my face
Tasting delights softly captured
in a keyhole of thoughts
radiates within one porthole
Outside the mind
opening this heart sweetly yawning
twilight dawning .
Clouds shades red blushing desire
fading to amber
going further out from the sun
from gun barrel grey to black
setting our scene.
kissing outside in
thinking of your beauty love
Licking deeply tongues on fire
warm fluttering rays
hotly kissing each beat
burning passion erupting inside desires.
Let us ride
into a sunset's silhouette
to the far side of the land
which leads to an autumn lake
where white plumed swans pirouette
Lets hold hands in golden fields
Run through pleasant hay scent breeze
which blows gently,suddenly
brushing slightly across our cheeks
On a blanket we would lay
by the graceful willow tree
'Neath its boughs our dreams come true
Trapped emotions be set free
As the tangerine moonglow
casts the softness of its light
from the dusky blueblack sky
I walk to the hidden old chateau
with my alluring beau
He would seal my waiting lips
with the moistness of his kiss
I would let him brush my hair
with his fingers'tender care
And as I wrap within his arms
with still tears upon my face
He would harvest what he sowed
My pure heart in deep embrace
I may not always write about you,
About the way your energy,
Caresses my spine,
And sends jolts of electrity,
Racing through my body,
Exploding each cell like fireworks.
I may not write about,
The way my dreams at night,
Fill with you and I dancing,
Heat bashing our skin,
Filling us with an unquencable need,
Touch beconing a new meaning.
I may not write about,
The way your eyes stare into mine,
Past the years I have seen,
And into the soul that I am,
Spirit colliding with spirt,
Melting together like Iron to form a sword.
I may not write about,
A love that we experience,
Through star strewed skies,
And blood soaked ground,
That causes even the fearful sight,
Of bombs exploding to look beautiful.
I may not write about you and I,
How I fill up your soul and your mind,
With thoughts and words and images,
That melt and form new words,
Your lovely muse who so beguiles you,
With a double bladed sword.
But Darling, don't let your heart,
Get away from itself,
Don't let your heart take the fall.
The wound I cause shall soon heal,
And you will read words,
Of another man, dancing with me,
Of another man, touching my soul,
His finger tips brushing the sides,
Of my breasts, his lips trailing down my neck,
Whispering with the heat of hells fires,
All that could be between, his and mine.
You will read lines that speak,
Of a sensual romance,
Pools and puddles of lust between thighs,
And an ancient sweetness,
That rivals Greek Ambrosia.
It is no fault of your own,
You have fallen and I have shown you,
The sharp dagger of my love.