Verses Of Virtue - Volume 1
There is a tablature of your love
that can only be played
in the perfect warmth
of honest heart fire,
wherein the gem keys of your kisses
confirm the notes
of pulse driven inspiration
arriving upon the silken strings
of our senses with poetic precision,
the music living like a velvet texture
teaching the skin of soul
the meaning of pleasure...
Even love needs freedom to be true...
Dystopia dares to deliver
the truth of Life
into the ashen instincts of innocence,
We realize in the dawn of destruction,
that adaptation overcomes agony,
that death is not the enemy,
to live is to love,
Our nightmare is the path to purpose...
To love the let go as much
as the touch,
that's the test,
knowing that the love touch
will always be there for you...
She is a thunderbolt of beauty,
and fragile as tears in hot descent...
There is a secluded temple,
deep in the ancient landscape of Love,
where the instincts of your heart
are worshipped for the luster of their heat...
There's a love note
on your pale pink lips
that sounds of first frost bloom,
and speaks of delicate sorrow
daring the hope of tomorrow...
A Roman ritual
of rose vines and eager veins
entwine to entreat your questing heartbeat
to taste the wild soul of Love's feast,
in which you discover sympathy of the stars...
Her labor is listening
for the last break,
newborn life looms heavy
on the ancient hour,
the waves are rolling in hot,
She is prepared for paradise raw...
Night has never dreamed of Day,
neither of wide lit warmth,
nocturnal attitude
does not ask for revelations
nor for simple sight,
Midnight marvels
only at madness made miracle...
You hold the wisdom of my heart
as if it were a diamond of tear fire...
A genius of exotic pelt,
worn to weather the war
of wings and steaming flesh,
mind and body bond,
a heart to refresh...
Your heart is soo vehement
for It's deserving voice,
it doesn't want to die, to cry,
your heart needs to live
beyond the waste of Why...
you know there is a love
that exists just for you,
but sometimes it's too hard
to recognize as real,
like a heartbeat that echoes
from the touch of God...
J.A.B.
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