Mystic Love
"Quia Amore Languao."
You taste to me of honey and lemon,
Mystic Love.
I feel you like the crest of a wave,
Like sun on a lake,
Like a field filled with birds,
Rising as one into the sky.
You are rooted in me.
As I in you.
You burn me with a soft fire,
Tending the flames,
Your eyes soothe like the breezes of May,
Your skin a lotus
Soft, white, fire beneath.
What joy the sound of your breath stirs in me!
In those cliffhanging moments when all is Rapture,
When you tremble on the Peak
And begin to descend,
The sound of your sigh
Sweeter than the stars' songs.
Lastly, the kiss.
Our lips light upon one another
With a rising joy like that of the dawn;
Parting, they part insatiate.
You show me life in the purest of forms,
Letting me give; giving in return
Your smiles of understanding.
Small wonder I adore you,
My Mystic Love.
Categories:
cliffhanging, devotion, emotions, happy, how
Form: Free verse
At the verge of parched tears arrested in fear
Kim was enveloped by morbid sadness
Enshrined in her prison cell and stiletto in hand
tension rose on the surface buried inside
A cutting edge waiting to act upon visceral gloom
called for incisive bloodletting action
One life one laceration away from cliffhanging lightening
small visceral droplets engulfed a low rising soul
No morning dew on mournful contempt and self-castigation
cast out into casket's nails of grave conclusion
Ready to push one final dagger into her heart she wished
for terminal silence composure and freedom
She stumbled and was once more washed away
into guilt failure anger and endless void
Thunder and fire bolts turned into hail storms
‘Hallowed be thy name and forgive me’
Heavy crystals pelted her skin and frosted her soul
moulded a foundering slip on treacherous slope
Kim fell on her self-imposed dagger in the thawing of time
and woke up in a raindrop and the bubble could burst
Categories:
cliffhanging, death, depression, endurance, hope,
Form: Free verse
We all know the story about
Little Miss Muffet,
but did she ever get over
being arachnophobic,
and Jack and Jills little
hike up the hill,
did they ever recover
from their nasty spill,
and poor Humpty Dumpty
with his tragic plummet,
were all the kings men using
his remains to make an omelette,
and Rock-a-Bye Babys cradle
being placed on a treetop,
were the babys parents
ever apprehended,
and the London Bridge
which is falling down,
why is the infrastructure
so shoddy, was it designed
by some clown,
and last but not least,
when playing
Ring around the Rosie,
does poor Rosie ever
get to survive,
these are the cliffhanging
nursery rhymes we
grew up singing with fun,
but like an inquisitive detective
want to re-open each case
and solve each and every one!
Categories:
cliffhanging, humor, nursery rhyme,
Form: Light Verse
In my radio psychology grows
A loopy Admiral constant
Heaving between seas porous
With blue tongued underwater arches
Roman cathedrals with baboon guardtowers
Cerebrally undergoing city territory
The way cliffhanging apes are bound to escape
To sail the nerve lines of creative thought
Spin with me
Through the frozen galaxies
New Ice Age melting old patterns
Threatening not, only to a weary mind
We are always threading and carving daze
Amidst insurgency of gustatory emblem
Redesign the digital embryo provides
Passionate cartographers with virtual tether
To unsheath the countess weather
Human families swoon at the sheets
Grateful pregnant bounties abide
Think bright underneath starlight
As futures embed new lives surprise
Floating all porous ties
Categories:
cliffhanging, art, computer-internet, family, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
You carry to my lips
The taste of honey and lemon,
My mystical love.
I feel you within me like a cresting wave,
Like the sun spilling gold on a lake,
Like a field full of birds
Rising as one into the sky.
You inhabit every part of me.
With soft fire I burn,
You carefully attendant on the flame,
Eyes soothing like a late spring breeze,
Skin white, soft as a lotus flower,
The fire burning brightly just below the tender petals.
The soft sigh of your breath
Stirs all the joy I can carry up from the depths of me,
In those cliffhanging moments
When all movement resolves to rapture,
We trembling at the peak, then starting to descend -
The sound of your sighing
Makes the stars burn all the brighter for me.
Through you I see this life
Dressed in all the beauty it can bear.
Small wonder then, this adoration of mine,
For you, my mystic love.
Categories:
cliffhanging, fire, love, mystery, passion,
Form: Free verse