Opaque opal- like white Moon
showing pallid face at noon.
Nascent crescent descent Moon
peeps at dusk reflecting reveries.
Maroon Half-Moon rises
arousing ripples of romance
Clouds at platoon trying
to put astral veil of mist.
Giant gorgeous gibbous Moon glazes
to enrapture night.
Abloom Full Moon in spoon full charm
makes lovers frantic lunatic.
Soon smiling couple is hypnotized
in gaudy glare and about to swoon.
Ensnared in eclipse Full Moon
slips through shadow of Earth
leaving behind sullen silhouette
sunken in starry sky
Blue Blood Moon in scarlet glow
winks in frolic flare to mesmerize.
I learned to live unkissed, until
You inked my lips with scarlet bliss,
a taste of temptation spelling destiny's will,
blood drip quill tip piercing heart's prolonged pulses,
love spirit speaks seven syllabes of ritual thrill,
Mind as mouth breathes life's matrix,
I take the threat of your love
under the tongue of my boyish truth,
yet I know I can be the lover of your resolve
wrapping your bloom around my soul face proof,
I serve you delight of desire that only I can solve,
your body beckons as as beauty wet smooth,
We are a universe uncursed by chaos,
your scent a supernova of love star bleed,
pouring ache into me like rose fire unlost
You are my olio of aficionado love cross plead,
crucify me on the front page of poetry, bold ghost,
enrapture my heart with conquest creed,
The mercy of my mouth you will need...
Dreams from retold of
Ancient paths the holy
Walked.
Resist all illusion.
I dance blindly in
Your storm, carried away
By Your phantasm.
Episodes of reincarnation
Entangled Your roots with mine,
Binding me still
To Your resilience.
Soulful melodies enrapture
My heart.
A song bleeding through
Every fibre
Of my possessed being.
Opaque opal white Moon
showing pallid face at noon.
Nascent crescent descent Moon
peeps at dusk reflecting reveries
Maroon Half-Moon rises
arousing ripples of romance.
Clouds at platoon
trying to put astral veil of mist.
Giant gorgeous gibbous Moon
glazes to enrapture night.
Abloom Full Moon
in spoon full charm makes lovers lunatic.
I enjoy each phase of Moon, drinking dreamy desires.
Oh! My dear inamoratos
Enrapture and enamour one another
With jest and mirth
In a jiffy of joie de vivre
In heebie-jeebies
Soothe and love soothingly
In lividness and agonies
In our succinctly
As bona fide lovers
And as we are tyros
The amour betwixt swains and wenches
Should be with respect and tryst
But not breaking the virgin-knot
Till matrimony we can quest
The right to live and explore in fancy
To enjoy is to own
The right to open and welcome
In the palace of fantasy
To the kingdom of ecstasy
With merry and cheery.
Lord, let the flowers grow again
Quench the world with much needed rain
Feed the earth with your tender touch
Send forth the blooms we love so much.
Let the roses fragrance romance
Enrapture lover's dreams, perchance
Lay waterlily on each pond
Find how the wildlife will respond.
Let the daffodils bop away
They always brighten up one's day
And elegant irises too
Their peace and charm abides, it's true.
Let the daisies keep fields ornate
They’re so pretty and commonplace
Bluebells too give grace to woodlands
Made with love from magical hands.
Many flowers, the list goes on
Endless gifts sent for everyone
May the flowers sway evermore
On the earths eternal dance floor.
These words, here before me,
Carry meanings, so free.
That phrase, over there,
Evokes images, so rare.
This sentence, so precise,
Paints a picture, concisely.
Those expressions, beyond,
Stir emotions, so fond.
I ponder these terms,
Their elegance, it yearns.
You hear them, so clearly,
Their impact is so near.
The rhythm of speech,
These words, they implore.
Flowing, ebbing, with grace,
Captivating this space.
In the dance of langue,
Beauty's song is sung.
Words that enchant, enrapture,
Their power, they capture.
These symbols are so bold,
Truths they unfold.
Repainting the world,
With hues, ever true.
Oh, the beauty of words,
Their splendour, is stirred.
In this language, so grand,
I find joy, close at hand.
In the gratifying embrace of the sun's glow
a delightful plight, a verdant tableau;
Where the blazing sovereign of light reigns
scattering, a gleam of kaleidoscopic refrains;
The sweet sounds of the dulcet birds
coercing me to summon these words;
the pulpy fruits with its mellowing taste
with an azure sky, so simple and chaste;
I wished more of these benign days
For I could enrapture my mind by I single gaze.
O, why did I fall for you, O' sun,
When my soul is nestled in the deeps?
Agape and afraid, my eyne mosey deeper still; they run,
Yet on the colder current your warmth invitingly sleeps.
The distance that defies the divine betwixt us
Somehow is no occlusion for you to reach me,
But gods 'gainst me guarding your gates, and hope's quietus,
Make my valentines reaching you an impossibility.
Somehow still, suffocated in these sorrowful seas,
I seem to mishear the rhythm of your limpid light
As a melody yearning to find the lost keys
To my manacles and enrapture me with your sight.
When finally I undo these tethers for you,
The cosmos Herself derides my dolorous deeps
Laved in a longing that over millennia grew,
And shrouds your smile with a prejudiced eclipse.
But I see you clad carnally in that cerecloth--
Why?--stoking the gypsy in me with your misconstrued call.
Why did you build that stairway of light and masquerading troth,
That I so eagerly took, thus perishing in a fall?
Inspired by Sylvia Plath's "Kiss me, and you will see how important I am."
Kiss me, and you will see how important I am
because flesh is a man’s way to try my worth.
Someday, I want you to care to understand me,
but for now, I urge the sensuality to hook him into me.
Yes, flesh is a man’s way to try my worth–
flesh is the first layer of it all.
So I pray my sensuality will hook him to me.
I know no other way to be wanted.
Flesh is the first layer of it all,
so kiss me because it’s the only bait I have.
I truly know no other way to make myself wanted
other than offering a taste of my physical cage.
Kiss me because it’s the only trap I have,
desperately trying to capture you, enrapture you.
By providing a taste of this physical cage
will you want a glimpse of my mind?
And I am determined to capture you, enrapture you,
just so you might care to understand me.
Maybe, someday, you’ll care for a glimpse of my mind, but
kiss me! I’m begging you to see how important I am.
The quiet peace where webs of sleep enrapture,
in twilight thought - the precipice of dreaming.
It's there, the unmapped thresholds of conception
begin to splay within a sultry slumber
the embryos of covert premonitions...
Anatomy of human structure
Poetry of nerves and impulses enrapture
Temple of parietal bone that beats
Carpal bone pleats
Integumentary system perspires
Nervous system inspires
Circulatory system pumps
Digestive system lumps
All other systems function
When poetry is not in sanction
"Like a Name You’ve Forgotten"
A strange storm has arrived
flexing its muscles
around me its arms
wrap electric life, hot
rippling veins of light
you can hear its heart beat
like yours is thunder
as the sky makes love to you
as if to say, earth bound creature
I’m here to enrapture, fully take you
you think that I’m your
Dark Night
when I’m through with you
you’ll feel my hot tears
on your cool skin, wanting more
as the other you
leaves like a warm mist
to walk in the ether
in your sleep
I’ll kiss your eyelids
and you’ll wake
in my arms
a sensuous cornucopia
breathing fire in your shine
like a comet burning
like another fallen star
my sky is peppered with diamonds
I pick one from your indigo
like a velvet lover
chooses a wild flower
from the weeds
I’ll slip it to you gently
like you’re a new bride
as I whisper your name
on some foreign shore
waiting for the sun to rise
like a name you’ve forgotten
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Sensual the sound of the sax
floating in the imaginary
in delicate whispering chords
My beloved girl friend, I only have
poetry...
I don't even know if it's a fool's delight
or scholars....
I don't know whether to enrapture or enervate
if it has merit or if it is
credit worthy...
Other than that nothing else...
only my misdeeds
manners, mannerisms...
I know if it causes you any
It is made....
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi...!?
I don't know if I can, but if you want,
I give my time, I can do
right just to please you...
I do everything for you... it's just
ask... all I can give,
even having nothing else
to offer...!
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