Romantic Love

In the brown leaves lie my valentine memory In the sands of the dried up river my nudity In the scent of jasmine garden your naked gravity Who says the river flows for ever, never What goes on until the blood flows in the vein Sometimes slow sometimes like the torrential rain The images die and the images are born In the garden you love In the stench you scorn Umpteen unborn too Our lonely times are the shadows They meet the light and give rise to the photos after photos It is another river of both grief and glamour The river of thought sought or unsought Untying the knots the time forced into my spine The memories of our valentine Like the grapevine light and shade Resplendent in silken sunshine The equine entwine, thine and mine, the joyous resign To the deep designs of the sparks and fire paradigm Our love responded to the crimson call Then at the summit arrived the fall It was lightening fast The cardiac agitation Sweat in profusion You breathed your last I cannot keep away from the celebration Every year Wrapping the gems and jewels In the twilight envelope With my valentine I can feel the face and the kiss In the bliss of gray sky in the blue sunshine Across the avenue Two poems are kissing each other Their dimples shine You were very kind The wet air So true A tissue The sky turns blue The scented heartbeat In the shirts Deep down the heart February 14, 2018 For Valentines Day - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer