Just because we're not together
Doesn't mean we're far apart
You may no longer see me
Cause I'm hidden in your heart
I am the warmth in your sunrise
The breeze dancing in your hair
Don't think for even a moment
That I'm gone, no longer there
I'm singing through that sparrow
My fragrance is in the rose
My shade is under the big oak
I'm in the poem you just composed
I still see you in the moonlight
Tell all your secrets to me
I'm closer than you can imagine
Never alone, girl we're still we
*A father on his deathbed pens this poem to his daughter to encourage her when he's gone, to remind her that he will never really leave her!
The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark
The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy
You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark.
Amid the woods and snow he saw her form,
predestined oracle he sensed this was,
her recollected glance, was lone in storm,
outside the chapel she became first cause .
Lit were the chandelier's ocher chandelles,
his heartbeat thrummed an airy rhythmic spell,
the forest snowstorm reeled - shaped ghostly belles
invited him beneath the ringing knell.
Their Angel's bliss, his soul received in flames,
adept and kind the whisper of her voice,
"- Forgiveness calms those who indulge in blames;
devoutness is the prelude of free choice."
Outside he stepped beneath the Abbey's knell:
His voice dispersed above the snow and mass,
in cold embraced the iron wrought of bells,
- as waxen light passed through the chapel's glass.
His mind and woods enjoined in forceful prayer,
spells sacrosanct and numinous instilled,
in abstinence the sanctified abbe,
abandoned Convent life to years and thrills.
Escaped then he, to meet the woods in dark,
amidst their sovereign heights he was her groom,
continuum of time and space to arc,
his childhood's wraith became in mists and tomb.
© G. V. 01-04-2012 All rights reserved
her life is on the tip of his tongue
the sparkle leaves her eyes
an arrow to his chest
drawing her to her death
a feather falling from the sky
the death of an angel
her wings turn blood red
like the color of the red sea
the sword drawn out of the ground
by her own hands
what he could not do himself
she has done for him
He falls unto to his knees
the arrow she had put into his chest
the greatest of betrayals
She asked for her death wish
Holding the ring in her palm
He looks into her eyes
watching the love she had left for him disappear
Falling into despair
Her face hitting the ground
Blood surrounded her body
He watched as she died
He couldn't move from the love that had pierced his chest
A Girl on a Bridge
There she was, staring into the night
Paris lights shimmering in a soft glow
Her mind lost, twirling in tears
Confusion wrapping her in a warmth of fear
She dreams of a knife threw her chest
To stab away the darkness of misery
She smiles with hope, so close
The river flows beneath
Blackness so inviting
The currents of death to take her away
It takes but a leap, of lost hopes and dreams
The depths of the river to take your breath away
And your last wishes become filled with envy
For those who still float above you
Many lovers cross the seine
Hand in hand in the night
Oblivious that all must end
Romantic pains, meet their end
If you are a girl on a bridge
She kissed the river
She caressed the shivering night
She clung to her emptiness
She danced her last fading dance
And wedded death, her last embrace
How I long to see the sun and its morning light,
to warm my face from these long cold nights.
And hold you close and near,
to chase away all my fears.
But this my love I cannot do,
for my spirit walks along with you.
My ship hit the reef and sunk in the night,
my last thoughts were of holding you tight.
Until that day when we are united as one,
I will wait my love by the setting sun.
A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.
Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.
Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.
Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.
What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.
My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.
Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.
Gun fire all around, bombs going off in the distance
It was some of the angry mobs and resistance
Father was the king of SafeHaven a small kingdom
Like all other kingdoms it fell in random
Fire started in the castle
And along with it came a battle
It was a distance memory now because the child has now grew
Many things in this child that made memories stew
My name is Mastrey, a young orphan who was there that night
Mastrey saw her in the distance and her father and mother in his sight
Everyone was loud that night and made all the children hide
But that evening Mastrey saw her mother and father die
She ran into the bushes in such a fright
And evil doers were running around with flashlights
Mastrey remember it as he distracted them
Her eyes was so confused with problems
Mastrey new that it was because of what just occurred
His feelings of what those people did was not awkward
The distraction worked, he went back to were she was
Hiding and very scared she was, he asked her, can you trust me just because?
Her answer that night depended on her lively hood
As Mastrey was their with his hand reaching out to her as he stood
Pulling her up from the ground he looked into her eyes that were SeaBlue
Mastrey had made a life long friend and love, She knew it was true
Next: My Story Telling, Who is this Princess
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Tell me why?
Was it, because I was too nice,
I was too much of a gentleman,
or was just too much to handle?
Was it, because you were young?
Was it, because you couldn't find your heart,
in all that darkness?
Was it, because you just didn't feel the love?
A man like me, deserves no pain,
So, why me?
I pray and ask the Gods,
But an unresponsive god never speaks to me.
He sits there and watches... watching what?
Nothing, but a heart being torn to shreds.
Was it, because I was too careful?
Was it, because I loved too much?
Was it, because one half of the heart couldn't fit the whole?
I ask you, because I still love you.
Come to me, my beautiful,
stop this nonsense,
I cannot make you love me,
but I sure can try to show you love.
Do not blink,
do not take a gift sent down from the Gods
Appriciate what you have,
appriciate me, because one day,
when you need a shoulder to cry one,
you will not be able to find me, anywhere.
I will be lost,
in a fool's dream of romance and love,
that will never come on my front doorstep.
Still dreaming of the possibilities of you and I.
My heart is with you always,
but I will soon expire,
so do not wait too long.
It was the Southern French window blowing open
he came in the night no word spoken
The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker
I will soon die unsure of my fate
my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
even if he is not a man but a beast
I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood
As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room
I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen
Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful
feeling like I'm in a forever dream
I wait for him too enter
I wait for him
willing to die
I wait losing my Religion
The Vampires offering am I
" For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain
her alabaster lips did drown
the sea with rage that fateful dawn.
how beautiful with skin so pale,
her alabaster lips. did drown
the roar of waves and shredded sail.
Poseidon's wrath on human pawn.
her alabaster lips did drown.
the sea with rage that fateful dawn...
Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community,
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must,
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.
After that day
I hear about you
in breaking dreams
they are like breaking news
meant to be heard
only by me.
In Breaking Dreams
I hear you're living
in a stone tower
by the sea,
Alone, with nothing
lonely without us
yet in your world
lost and serene.
Cold in some cases
sad in others
the dreams support me
or get me drained.
In Breaking Dreams
you're reaching for me
After that day
you died on me.
A "romantic' (I think) poem by pyrgia
for Giorgio Veneto's contest "In the Faraway"
Born to live,
Never wanting to die,
fearing death to its every limit,
as blue eyed death grabs my shoulders
and laughs with grim
and I fear death even more.
Car crashes, murders, greed and envy
takes me to a place where I can't find hope.
Laughs grow and brings tears to my eyes,
I hope off trains and dodge cars driving down freeways
taking time to sit down and look at my ways,
that push me left nor right.
Up nor down can I see the time tick away
I can't wait till I walk Jacob's ladder,
till a black demon tears me down,
and sins rip me open,
like a surgeon to a patient on a table,
Me, myself and I take time to see the wrongs in life.
Do I dare shake the vines from the dark green jungles
that tangle deep in my mind, body and soul?
I shake with vengence when time turns its face from me.
Time has no time for me
and she takes me by the hand and wastes my life away
with endless heartbreak and drunken whores and buffoons,
who care only about themselves.
The evil souls burn away,
and their blind eyes do not see what they do to others' hearts and souls.
I believe the strangeness of me is that I love too much,
and care too much to actually open my eyes and see what burns away
infront of my very eyes.
I only see what my heart wants to see
my romantic side kills me away,
while my physical being is falling apart with heartbreak and sorrow.
The strange part is,
love was never there to be found,
and the strangeness of me,
is that I love too much to see blue eyed death coming to get me.
When you’re longing for someone to watch over you
think about building a stairway to paradise
even if it means you must dance alone with you.
It may feel hard for your heart to sing, soul to rise
It may seem like you got plenty of nutting,
no matter, let your heart climb a stairway to paradise.
Alone may seem lonely and off putting
Life filled with love means it ain’t necessarily so
Love fills you with song, if you embrace plenty of nutting.
For when life cuts you down, tells you it’s time to go,
or too early in life you think your man’s gone now,
trust me on this honey, it just ain’t necessarily so.
All alone with a keyboard, is one way to answer how
with things, even when you want ‘em, you can’t get ‘em
but music never leaves you, even after your love’s gone now.
With stuff, when you got ‘em, you may not want ‘em.
Be real and long for someone to watch over you.
With love of men, when you want ‘em, you can’t get ‘em.
Dance with heart upstairs, so you’ll never dance alone.
As a stormy cloudy day, my heart filled with a dark gloomy, foggy haze.
Breathless and no longer living my flesh was deaf and disintegrating fast.
Lifeless, and buried deeply sunken; upon my grave.
My spirits formed as dying weeds, uprooted planted seeds.
Brittle and fragile as a crisp rose petal.
Dehydrate raindrops that have fallen from my tear ducts.
My soul was as dark as the dirt that lay on my grave.
I lay in darkness with no movement.
Then the earth shifted.
As he gently brushed off my layers of crust, small thin layers of trust.
Lifted me from my darkness dust, my sunshine has come.
In a form of a man, skin golden as sand.
He takes my hand as I carried off to dry land.
As his sunrays beam down upon me, I am profoundly happy.
Liberation of sunlight, deliverance of brightness, I am out the darkness.
Reincarnation I am rebirth a new person.
My sunshine has come there is no more rain in my heart.
All cried out lifted by his sunlight.
I have life born again as his wife.
I am what you call a hopeless
But im also a lost lovers cause, my
heart belongs to another
Yet in my head a love triangle starts
to form, the girl I love doesn’t love
She holds the heart to another and
mine caged to the floor,
She isn’t afraid to fight for what she
wants, not even when it comes to
leaving another man torn
Trust me she’s happy, as that boy
holds her heart ever so close
Seeing what I shouldn’t I smile as I
wear my blind fold,
Blind to everything around, lifeless
staring into air
My train of thought running so fast,
the second I stop you’ll hear a crash
Derailing my hope, for ever finding a
love so pure & rare
Wishing I could hold the hand of the
lover who stole my flame,
Wish I could change the last days in
which we parted ways,
Realizing now that we can never be
Finally saying it out loud as tears run
down my face
You stole my happiness, as I walked
away that day
But it’s because as of what you said
I guessed I changed,
Now every relationship has just be
No one can seem to bring back that
Because a love likes ours comes
once in a lifetime
Well at least it does to me,
But I mean you’re happy with who
I mean I only wrote this as I heard
exchanging “I love you” flow from
each of your lips.
As I die he will be with me,
I fell in love he had the key,
And always knelt on one knee.
My last thoughts are of him,
As the lights go dim,
Life circling on a rim.
All at once we are apart,
The taste is so tart,
It all hits me in the heart.
You are left to live,
My heart your captive,
There is nothing to forgive.
My cheeks blush so shy,
With a tear in my eye,
As I start to die.
Fear not for I am well,
As many up here can tell,
It is not quite hell.
As I look from above,
kissing the forehead of my love,
I wonder what he dreams of.
I look at him so fondly,
his lips curve so grandly,
as he sleeps so soundly.
I'm like a hummingbird fluttering over his bed,
I wish to be with him but I am dead,
My life over and has fled.
I fear for my love for he is kind,
Strong handsome and well lined,
But now I leave him way behind.
Finding love is like a quiz,
Never knowing what it is,
He needs love from a heart as strong as his.
The breeze evoked the fading light;
opaque the molecules of air
along the brae addressed the night,
returning beasts and men to lair.
The faded words' transmitted strain,
defined on memories to last,
unable phase was to obtain
responses to their quests' recast.
Chrysanthemums that turned to shades,
perfumed the night on minds to nest,
she laughed! (His entity evades
to be night-solitude's best guest).
Bespoken vows were said to meet
inside the breeze; the seas' motif,
upon the maps, trips incomplete
became, a shoreline and a reef.
Neglected was their feast of e'er
- the passing breeze increased years' count,
He made her laugh his solemn flare,
and builder of a lone surmount.
The Sea, like mistress hence embraced
one soul of nautilus that fled
inside the breeze while dark had graced
night's gunwale cold that hurt and bled.
Her wraith induced his soul to free,
invited dancer to death's fair;
eternal guest and cedar tree
while void in front absorbed his stare.
© 08-24-2012, G. Venetopoulos
Forgotten like a book of romanticized rhyme,
The past is gone, but a moment in time.
The heart akin to ticking grandfather clock,
The stroke of midnight chimes with a shock.
Winding down with an antique chime,
Reminding us all we are out of time.
Could I have done more with my life?
Or just destine to be a lover, mother and wife?
Will my demise make a ripple in time?
or abandoned like romanticized rhyme.
The clock is winding down, slowly halting,
Unconfessions guilt evermore revolting.
Time and again I seek wisdom and light,
Forgiveness comes arduous with hindsight.
The grandfather chimes with an enfeebled din,
Inviting death with his patient, skeletal grin.
Holding the key that sustains the clock.
Standing outside, poised to knock.
Keeping vigil to fading heart-beats,
Ever so gradually the ticking retreats.
Like the grandfather clock slowly winding down,
The sound of silence so damned profound.
With my demise will mourning be shown?
A reticent clock assures me, we all die alone.
She came to me - becharming was an' fair;
resound of church bells call - remote Sunday;
angelical her face in streams of air;
she fled into my nothingness of gray..
She fled towards the gray - transformed to drops;
above the fields accepted were her clouds;
Amid the dusky shadows of tree tops,
Imparted lives, my aloneness' Styx shrouds;
Lone arbiter of my arcanum bride,
my sentiments ascended - to orbit,
a quilt of nimbus covered me and cried,
my life became a flight - winds' chorded ambit!
She stared at me from yonder stills, merry;
Unreal she reached my soul but was lifeless;
The trumps of Angels played in notes airy,
her bridal offered pure affableness;
In Acheronian lakes I loved her gleam;
her thousand tears of rain, arcanum song;
she fled above the cumulus to deem,
and crown noctilucent my waxed lifelong.
© 02-16-2012, G. V., All Rights Reserved
(The poem is composed in Iambic tetrameter form.
The Iambic pentameter form is closer to it, as a substitute.)
Love me, for I'll be gone tomorrow,
and you shall never see me again,
so love me, my dear,
for tomorrow I shall be gone,
tonight I shall pack my bags
and in the morning I'll be gone.
Blue-eyed Death comes for me
and he comes with a long list of flaws,
as my soul is ready,
my body is dull, wrinkled and old
and my heart is without you;
so love me tonight, for I'll be gone tomorrow.
Appreciate everything I say and do for you,
for it comes straight from the heart,
a heart devoted to you and only you,
so love me, for I'll be gone tomorrow,
and you shall never, ever be with me-
nothing but a tombstone and a dozen violets
litter where my body shall rest for eternity,
but my soul will be somewhere else.
Don't fight it,
I know you,
my dear, my love,
I care for you,
don't be foolish-
love me, for I'll be gone tomorrow,
with the rising of the burning sun.
What is there too say now?
What is there to do this evening?
Nothing for I am without you,
I remember you, when my eyes first looked upon your brow and beautious eyes,
Your luxurious features and a heart of gold and platnium,
I am lost in a garden of cluelessness, and lost and forgotten.
My heart aches and shivers in the lone days of the mid December evenings,
You are gone and lost without a single trace,
But soon I had lost you for good and could never find you again,
I buried you in the gardens of the dead,
and the tears from my broken heart showered your grave.
Oh now I wish you were here,
To listen to my heart,
For it is out of tune and the orchestra is playing a slow melody,
and the chimes ring me to the dinner table,
To eat alone the lonely supper for the mourning of my woman.
So I eat alone tonight,
The house is quiet and empty,
The butlers and maids have gone home,
Nothing but lone, empty halls,
Once filled with love and music,
keep me company.
The slow music plays in my study,
I sit in my red chair,
I cry and cry again,
I read a book of poetry and think of you,
Not a life worth living without you.
When the carbon -14 is gone from your bones,
And nothing remains but a hull,
I’ll still hold your taste in my dry, empty jaw,
Having etched AHM in my skull
As the sun will not shine
And my heart will decay
No more will an N
Feel the sweet cosmic rays
Until all I can do is play along, quiet
As all that I say will be wrong, or defiant
Every chemical taken,
In hopes they might calm me,
Become but an agent,
To embalm and prolong the - wait
I can't wait for the times when I'll see you again,
Though, each time I'll be secretly flooded with pain
A Gala, Penelope, Laurie, a muse
And all of this, a cold fuse
When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Never take hate outside,
When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Never take hate outside,
When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,
When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside
An angel, cradles me, in her motherly arms
I have fallen, I am venerable
I told myself, I would not do this, no more
I have failed to keep my promise, to you
I have not stayed true
Tears flowing, as I smile, just, for you!
Remembering the times, when you cupped my face, in your hands
Your blue eyes, gazing into mine
Telling me with sincerity
‘I am the sunshine, that lights up your world, each day that dawns’
My heart aches, it rains with love, having fond memories of us
Wash me clean, being human, is challenging me!
Emotional bondage, creating blocks
I need to move on, you are dead and buried
Your time here, over
My heart struggling, accepting this reality
I pray to be free!
“I Love you, my beloved, friend”
we have phones
we have drink
we have all
and we try to keep us alive
because in fact we need a good woman.
and when we get home at night
turn on the light and we have no idea if something may happens too
wherever she may be
our eyes have that color
as can be love in the middle
we are not so ignorant
're just blind.
1 through the door
2 through your heart
3 through your head
4 colors in my eyes
Red, red, red
Shrieks of red, red, red
1 bed of white
3 men at my side
Tears of red, red, red
1 room of rock
2 rings around my wrist
3 eyes in my head
4 days before forever
Stains of red, red, red
3 on one
4 on the other
Crying out red, red, red
2 stabs of pain in my side
The judge says red, red, red
Mine was red, red, red
Her soul still clung after she exhaled her last breath.
Her body still feels warm even in death.
Her voice still echoes in my head.
Her memory still lives on even though she is dead.
I’ll kiss you as you sleep,
But secretly I shall also weep,
For it seems you are now away from me,
Wandering about with my parallel self,
In the sweet world of dreams.
I’ll kiss you as you die
But secretly, away from others, I shall also cry,
For then it would seem you are going away from me,
Wandering about with the Lord for all eternity,
In the sweet world of higher being.
The lingering of your voice echoes through my fibers
Your spell cast I fall victim to your ghost elegance
Driven to calamity by the pierce of your sabers
Blinded by the visions and their brilliance
The cataclysm of my former self dissipates into black
Swollen with blood you emblazon on me the mark
Slicing the vein garnet stream brings me back
Those green eyes beckon me to your dark
Smoldering through my body livening my every sense
Writhing and entwined the exchange is complete
A collaboration of souls a destiny immense
A new dark horizon tastes bittersweet
There is no power in death,
great enough to stop youth.
From what must be done,
souls taken one by one.
If God should stand in the way,
clear the path you will go away.
Should I contend with this power,
no choice it is the devils hour.
When the wicked rule in time,
deception reigning of crime.
There will be a stand instead,
where I gather the vengeful dead.
Amongst in Hell that we cower,
our vengeance will grow louder.
Strong enough in legions,
numbers increasing regions.
Then the wicked will fear,
what is about to come near.
No where near closer to home,
inside Hell's nightmarish tomb.
What will be
I know of this, first hand
Your life was taken away
Till the day
My body dies
I am with you, again!
“How was I to prepare myself?”
That kind of
Life changing, event!
Didn't warn me
Were permanently leaving!
How much “I love you”
You will never be forgotten!
I don’t know
Has got into me!
I feel you
I see images
Of your face
Am I crazy
To believe in this, my love?
“Are you still with me?”
“Is my imagination
Playing cruel tricks
I talk with you
You were by my side, right now
In my heart and mind
Your face etched
Like a blue print
That never fades
Your foot prints
Still remain, beside me
My heart beats
Trying to make sense of everything!
Forgive me, my love
For being so strong in my feeling
For it has been a long time
Since I lost you, my friend
A mind of its own
To be with you, still!
To see you
To smell you
To touch you
To taste you
I want to say “Goodbye”
Once and for all!
The best and worst
In each other
Rivers run deep
When it comes to you and me!
We have had our fair share of fights and arguments
All of them
You cease to exist!
I miss your lingering touches
Your hand, stroking my face
Your big, blue eyes
Looking into mine
Your warm lips
Your rough, unshaven face
The way you
We make love, till dawn
All those nights
You kept me
Safe and warm!
“Am I ever going to feel the same, with another?”
In your arms, my love?
Do I let you go?
Do I set myself, free?
I am ready
To love, again!
‘Our eternal love’
In times, like these!
I do not know?
It was on a July morning.
The piece of paper was inside a bottle at the end of the dock and read:
I am sorry
Diamonds are forever.
Human life is not.
I had the idea to dive,
to find something special for your birthday.
It was deep water and I risked my life just for you.
I was so happy.
The pearl that I found was unique, as your eyes are.
I offered my present with my best smile on my face.
You opened the small box and you told me
Thank you sweetie, that's nice but,
"Diamonds are always women’s best friend."
This is maybe a real story,
or a bad dream,
maybe a romantic fairytale,
or just a romantic story with a bad end.
Yesterday they found a dead diver in deep water.
He had held tightly, a pearl in his hand.
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I lay awake, at night
Hearing your spirit, calling me
I feel you, deeply
Another time, another space
How, do I bring you back home?
I do not know?
In my nest (next) life
give me, rock hard commitments
unwavering strengths of true love
pomegranate lips full of passion
colored within deep ruby red
skin darken with airbrushed, coppered
heated under muscled saintly sin (skin)
hair as dark as the unseeing
mix with wanting and rub
heated under wet intentions
licked and breath in
hold and screams
shake and moan
till reLife (relief) sucks me in
passions of the two
soaked in the juicy fruit
of wet pounding
wiggles of sweet sweat
loud deep sound of breathing
unrecognizable words of panting
and where to heart meet and
none can pull apart...
(fin = end)
Your light is my darkness.
Your breath is my death.
Your heart is my knife.
Your scent is my poison.
Let me go.
Don’t let me die.
Let me breathe.
Let me survive.
Don’t grab my hand.
Don’t brush upon my arm.
Let me fall off the edge
Don’t help me up if I fall.
But yet I can’t get enough.
So don’t let me fall for someone like you.
But let me do so anyways.
If I fall please catch me.
But if you don’t, then I’ll know.
I’ll know that you are my devil with the
Of an Angel.