EROS DART
The water's edge
The night is clear
The weathered wood
A lonely pier
A mooring loosed
I'm set adrift
Without fear
A sea of you
My oars break soft
So like a brush
Feathering
Each night your hair
The salt the wind
Remembering
Your mouth your breath
Surrendering
When all is lost
The storm that falls
Reminds me of
The way you loved
Diving deep
Your waters dark
Your beating heart
Bleeds, Eros dart
The shallow's sun
So far above
I choose to drown
Than lose your love
“The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps.
It defies all attempts to capture it with words and rejects all shackles.
No matter what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.”
– Christopher Paolini
EROS AND THANATOS
Only we will ever know
The sadness of our love
Like stone climbing ivy
The ramparts far above
What waters it will wake
A cold indifferent lake
Thrashing in the shallows
Crashing in the waves
Smooth, a shell abandoned
Tangled in the weeds
Soft and supple moss
Growing on the trees
What wounded prey to follow
What forests we will stalk
On paths beaten narrow
We alone have walked
A war of resistance
Beaten into dust
Only we will ever know
The sadness of our loss
He comes without sandals, tracking dust
Across the tidy rooms of souls,
Laying his wet cloak over every chair.
He is the tremor in the hand
That lifts a cup to an admired mouth,
The pause between:
‘Good evening’
and
‘Stay.’
He unbuttons the throat
Before he touches the collar.
He loosens the knees
Before he reaches the hips.
Do not call him pure. He is not.
He is wine spilled down the altar steps,
Lips stained during prayer, fingers lingering
Too long on the passing of bread.
It is Eros,
Smiling behind your teeth,
Borrowing your pulse,
Teaching your heart
A new way to beat.
God said, ye two ere ye leave
For your mission upon Earth,
I’ll to each a star badge give:
To Agape, if of gold goes,
Silver glory to Eros,
She sure does fair work of worth.
Then as is her wont Eros
Put on star, pride that shows.
Agape, fond of no such things,
Went on her mission on wings
And as gold star of love rose.
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Musings | 34.01.2026 | god, love, romance, star, rhyme
Note: Agape, one of the eight types of loves, altruistic and wide in framework. Eros is romantic love. Inspired by a poem ‘Hope and Despair’ by Lascelles Abercromble.
Lightening strikes illuminate black skies
Humans tremble with fear in blue eyes
Ares God of war has disturbed the night
Eros God of love is not inclined to fight
Animals find refuge wherever they can
In trees in seas an onyx ocean or land
Piercing sounds of lightning hitting man
He screams of agony as it exits his hand
Rain and hail violently hit the green ground
Not one creature doesn’t fear next sound
The spinning cyclone uprooting small town
The Gods are at war reasoning not found
The wind is like a knife cutting through stone
Will a sacrifice please the Gods saving home
...
Strange games
on a strange island ...
Mom/ma
hunt/hiss
no/know (?)
who/how
aha
--- all purpose, breathlessly ---
--- odd, involuntary chuckle ---
Night bursts into flames ...
I wish I were one of your breaths,
So I could flow through your body and fill you up with life
I wish I were a bead of your blood,
So I could travel through your heart, playful
Oh, to be the moonlight,
So in the nights I could sneak through your window
or to be the summer breeze,
So I could lay on your skin, steal your dream
But your eyes shine to another sky,
more distant,
that make me wish I were a part of your soul,
So I could live alone in Heaven
and be the reflection of all your desires
This way, every time you look at the mirror,
Search deep into your eyes, you'll find me somewhere
I will always be there, even when you cry
'Cause as they say the eyes are the mirror of the soul
But you don't know, oh, how much I'd love
to be a starry sea, to embrace you
To hold you tight, my foam to be your scent
And with my wave to drown you into kisses
me loving you
is one of those
complicated things
it's all for you
I must give up every thing
Whats to do
love complicates everything
But me for
That's the way it's got to be
that's the way
thats the way it's
got to be
it's love
really love
love complicates everything
Your intoxicating eros left such an impression on me.
Your most so tender heart makes me want to impassion thee.
You gave it straight that we may never be, but I want you, baby.
Professor: Setting is inducing trust that as a writer you are not volatile, nor giving lesser detailed thought about those knick knack, mundane also. can you give me an example Johny?
Johny: Certainly , can I ask the narrator type?
professor: say, camera setting...
Johny : genre?
professor : prose poem, light hearted or serious, both will do.
Johny : here you go....I bought floss and Hydrogen per oxide from the nearby pharmacy. I wanted to pick up my medicine too, but they were reluctant, altogether, seemingly so. I had to bypass.
professor : why so?
Johny: the only audible sound was a song..."when you say nothing at all."
Surely , verily a cranky setting! tired too!
As the counseling session was declaring, they begin as a parent asleep, raise them up asleep and send them to school asleep. Dreams ahoy!
I once saw Cupid poop behind a tree in a field.
And, boy, was I surprised by the amount of his yield.
And when he was done,
I saw him strapped his quiver of arrows back on
and fly off to make another two one.
Is love enough,
When there is rain and snow?
The sky is falling, the climate is rough,
Well, I may never know.
So, I asked Eros, hoping he'd know,
He smiled with a prudent glow,
Knowing the answer, ready to show,
He answered in a Socratic flow.
Through the tempest, as snowflakes dance,
Love's resilience, a timeless romance.
In the turmoil of the sky's wild show,
Love's embrace, a shelter to bestow.
"In the stormy night where even shadows cease to grow,
Is love enough, as the winds blow?
Raindrops rage in secrets, tales untold,
Yet love persists, a warmth to hold.
With thunder's roar and lightning's glow,
In the heart's refuge, emotions flow.
When the world weathers, both static and in flow,
Love endures, an unwavering echo."
When he finished, the answer to be told,
One tear started to flow.
Is there someone to hold,
In the vast universal cosmic flow?
I suddenly feel the harsh blow,
With a clenched heart and feverish glow.
My mind speaks up in the echo,
Maybe love is something that I will never know.
When Eros shoots the heart of one
The piercing point of Beauty’s son
Borne of love and lust and loss
To pine for one’s a lover’s cost.
Eros with his quiver filled
Leaves a trail of hearts he’s killed
For the one that can resist the bliss
Is one that Eros’ arrow missed.
One cannot avoid their fate
Eros is most tempting bait
When you’ve been blessed with heartache’s kiss
It sends you down toward raw abyss.
Power drives to seize and pay
But love desires to waste away
For Eros shoots not more than one
The villain strikes and knows he’s won.
Eros built of marbled stone
Sat atop a church or home
Our pray to him to hear our call
That Eros’ arrows find us all.
Eros-Philia-Ludus,
Pragma!!!
Valence released,
We are like atomic bonds,
And I am the Squared Hydrogen,
She's the Oxygen.
Held up together in the field,
She breathes life into me.
And liquid as we flow,
Solid we remain just equivalent.
Blossoms line my laden descent
down to the perked watering hole
that plays empty theater,
awaiting my creative path,
a royal welcome -
represented by accumed variety and presumed clarity,
of intentional therapy of renewed sensable youth.
Periscope complicity is channeled by heart's stereoscopicity,
Dryad/Satyr Satire, no dry ads, only wet views.
Season facets a wild cherry scent to your vantage point
of attitude and beauty proximity, of dripping cues.
Draw the liquid curtain on the canvas
of insanely intimate hues.
To a crash on the rocks of the mind-blown
by windswept rescue chasing you behind a messaged massage,
Baywatch, Oasissed Dunes and slow Djin mirage.
Nature is no stranger to being the muse,
Rebel with a cause,
cause maybe this time you stay
and snuggle awhile, sailor.
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