Delicate Verses

Delicate Verses Memories choke me; leaves me silent, yet for loves sake and nothing less than to confess it... I open up my soul to scribe you in metaphors that I can taste, touch; but alas the tears fall like bleeding rain staining these empty pages before I can lay down my heart. So when the stars are weeping, I plant dreams of you and I as forget me nots; face pressed tight peering through taffeta tattered lattices, perchance to catch a glimpse of a love that once bloomed. ~ I record the most fragile parts of us in verses that flow, and form our completion; soothing sonnets uninhibited and unbound, trickling from my pen held hand. Mad words, sad words, love words, darkly risen words; Poetry inspired by a muse that bears your name; Pleasure and Pain.