Ts Poetry Poet Romanticism

Love Letter From the Soul Xxxv

Female,

It is not in the dalliance I found 
feeling, lost with loose articles
the attention/detention lacking
I, looking for something real

but it was the wind that carried me
unbeknownst to your door
where simple knocks became waves
washing from shore to shore
no longer needing nor craving no more

for I met the sun, dancing in my moon
drying up the pain
forgiving forgotten years
lonely days 
and so many fought off tears

you warmed my soul and showed your heart
it was not black/blank like the others
steam rose off its banks
greens caressing blues
a tango and a swoon
it was hard, but so so soft
melting (k)nights with passion's flame

life much more than words
or a simple game
she checked and we mated
earth whispered her secrets
we embraced, love sated 

my scent lingers in her air

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Brenda Chiri January 4, 2020 at 2:31 AM Amazing T! But you done need me to tell you that!;)

Ts Poetry January 3, 2020 at 9:29 AM https://youtu.be/6e4Zv-0O3uc Lady Labyrinth January 3, 2020 at 6:45 PM https://youtu.be/PfAWReBmxEs

Lady Labyrinth January 3, 2020 at 7:00 AM Beautiful symbolism and imagery V.S.A.S. Uber romantic. On another note, our banks are steaming over here at present with hell taking over our grasses, Out of Control Bushfires. A tsunami would put them out. Something of biblical proportions. xx Ts Poetry January 3, 2020 at 7:08 PM As it should xxx Lady Labyrinth January 3, 2020 at 6:24 PM He's probably already here. Oh, you'd survive without any of my updates. The bushfires here are much worse at present, than they've ever been. Thankfully, my daughter in the vicinity of the bushfires driving 6.5 hours alone back to another area in country N.S.W. tomorrow also surrounded by fire, depending on conditions... is safe and alive. That's ALL that matters to me at present. Ts Poetry January 3, 2020 at 9:20 AM Thank you V.S.A.M, without you I'd just be a giant cosmic void in the universe Ts Poetry January 3, 2020 at 8:02 AM Maybe Messiah will arrive..here's hoping all are safe..xoxo Lady Labyrinth January 3, 2020 at 7:01 AM All very frightening.