Amour Poems

Cephalopod Amour

“If you scratch my back,”
said the cuttlefish,
“I'll scratch yours, my dear,
for you're really quite a dish!”
“If we were to wed,
'neath overhead night starry,
upon the ocean bed,”
replied the calamari,
“just think,
when the ink
has dried,
together
we'll be tied,
I'll be your Belle,
you'll be my Beau,
and happily we'll be,
ever after... squid pro quo.”

souffle silencieux et amour

The expectations of the heart bound the passions in a silent breath, holding within the roots of flowered lungs – the grandiose applause beating against ribcages. It reverberates with aching and longing to be heard. A silent breath holds the hand of a lover yearning to be seen, to be reciprocated. The expectations of the

ABYSSAL REALMS OF AMOUR

A flamboyant love with a beloved muse,
Transcendent and captivating, the spirit destined to confuse.
As time currents flow, the hearts ignite and swell with amour,
Unveiling words of enchantment leaf by leaf in a tome like an author.
Every encounter with your visage makes me  run wild,
To a degree of delineating all the giddiness like I'm a

My Cherie Amour

La vie en rose - Seeing life through rose colored glasses

La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
—My Cherie Amour, refrain, sung by Stevie Wonder

A song in my heart; we’ve all been blind to love,
until it appears. Love at first sight, sound, touch, scent
or taste. The masquerade is over; a song in my heart.
—quote by poet

My Cherie Amour

Smooth la-la’s embrace a mysterious

Amour

           Misty mystic night marveled mesmerized.
           Cobalt blue cerulean ambient glistened.
           Nascent crescent descent Moon sparkling 
        

Amour Knows No Grammar

           Amour, whether in silent mode or in glamour,
           Passion flows in opulence, obeys no grammar.

My Amour

     I am at your door step
     with  gift of a garland of jasmine,
     my favourite flower of fresh fragrance,
     moistened with tears of my love.
   
      What could I say

amour scintillant

The knife held in trembling hands. 
Gasped breaths intermingling in the cold, dreary night. 
Hushed whispers, choked off words. 
Thousands of what if's disappearing like smoke in the polluted sky. 
 Soft flesh held in calloused hands. 
The soul staring out through its window— or maybe the bars of its cell,
Wondering in amazement at the

A Little More Amour

A little more amour,
A little less confess:
For those whose hearts they pour
Have little to redress.

Nana mon amour

You used to say 
that pizza always sucks
once you’ve had your last slice
you’d grab the best sneer to mimic
all those moments we couldn’t box in
would have your forehead slipping into eternity
by stroking the surface of boiling water
would complain about pain
like it it could go away with high frequency 
and would dress my happiness 
like the

Amorphous Amour

My amorphous amour
Resting far from my shore
Like a big lophophore
Planted on the seafloor

Though you're oh so far away
In the breeze, I feel you sway
Flowers blooming every day
My thoughts are where you'll stay

How I miss my lover's touch
Slept in blankets in a bunch
Grains of sand slip from my clutch 
Guess I’ll eat my tears for lunch

Amour

Amour 
comes with its price
masked armour
worn fiercely
by dark nights

eventually
lifted
for love or folly

facing what’s 
in front of you 
the past 
dark knights
removed

the once broken 
now unbreakable
the veiled
amour 
unveiled

Armour 
comes with its price
arrives brandishing 
like a sword its prize
delivers its secrets

all in good time 

gauntlets 
thrown down 
wrists and palms 
exposed, holding out
for the crown 

all for

Obsessed

Soft hands, intertwined with mine,
Increasing my grip, for we have no time.

Your bright eyes, your beautiful smile,
Down to my knees, I fall again.

Mon amour, you belong to my heart,
A tear falls to the thought of our depart.

Your soft hug comforting my wounds,
But I can't seem to let go of you...

Bonjour Amour

Bonjour my little love song
I've been waiting here for you
To open up your big blue eyes
And take in all the view

I just pulled back the curtains
The window's open too
While you slept last night I brought you here
Look out and see what's new

That's right, there's mountains over there
And yes, we're on a lake
And yes, the paper

Bruises of Amour

Poked just once and you left a hole 
stole what was in my arsenal;

Wounded with a laceration 
now closer to no emotion;

Pincushion heart takes every prick,
the act can be so sadistic; 

A needle’s eye a gaping wound,
bitterly mauled and then consumed;

So much space to make a mess of 
thinking you fit me like a glove;

Softer

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