Fingers intertwined in
wondrous oneness
together foreverness
breathtaking bliss
Eye to eye in
lyrical longing
melodic memories
soul symmetry
Backs turned to
bygone brokenness
solitary sanctums
heartbroken hibernation
Face to face in
aromatic anecdotes
possibility potpourri
enmeshed essences
Voices join in
rondos of rendezvous
chorales of compatibility
madrigals of mutuality
Heart to heart in
a fulcrum of fulfillment
a seesaw of serendipities
a trapeze of timelessness
Lips engaged in
passion's pendulum
voluptuous vocabularies
intoxicating innuendoes
She is lyrics and I am music
~ harmonizing a hypnotizing love song ~
a dizzying duet of delight
Stunning scenery in surrounding twilight
lists lissomly, touching corners of my mind,
bringing promises of the forthcoming night
with billowing breezes, of the serene kind.
In muffled silence, smitten by its splendor,
the Composer's tempo sets our feelings on fire.
Seductive sounds spool us with erupting ember.
Enticing eyes envelope us in burning desire.
Our visions of future euphoric foreverness
shine in the subtle colors tinging the skies.
Enveloping us with its muted tenderness,
binding us with its lilting lows, intense highs.
When we turn, the sun is gone, just like fine wine.
Its lingering glow highlights us in exquisite eternity.
Your slender, tender fingers entwine with mine.
We softly shift from sentiment into sweet reverie.
the remoteness of our lives
leaves us vulnerable to beleaguered
domestico-socio lies from out past.
free spirit offspring suffer the outrageous
slings and arrows of parental misfortunes.
our love questioned existence rehearsed
weighs them down from once of constant
smiles, to frightened, forlorn, frivolous frowns.
we bathe them in our born-again baggage,
murdering their true inter-be spirit to
frenzied, postmortem parental put downs.
will we ever lean their presence is one
of holy matrimony to be-ness, to want, to plan
to have and to hold in foreverness?
Not of stupid, misguided sexual folly,
torturing them with outdated, misguided meanness?
Let us live, love, trust as they grow.
If the meek shall inherit this Earth, they
will learn to replicate our lost, latent legacies.
oneness to none-noneness to one
And the beaten go on to adultress ruin.
Behold----------another child is born.
Oh! By what fright, or finer
What transcendent delight
Have you, just now, been seized of
Turned to the dusk; its light?
Face, beloved, let me guess is
Pained, pleasured, both. "Yes"!
Leaving soon, the one, I feel
Is my foreverness".
I smell the dewdrops on your silken hair
touch the shapely curves of many years
lick the taste of salty oceans from your lips
feel forest needles spike essence of trust
hear the words unspoken leave your soul
see love embrace an aura of foreverness
awareness consciousness perceptions dance
to the tune of mindful poetry beholding
short lasting moments eternity sweet vibes
when I am old and cataracts distort my eyes
wild waters’ currents bring me back to shore
the coastline smooth while tides are turning
I see you whispering words and sacred vows
take your hand to cradle life lines’ palms
and rest in satin sheets for another journey
grateful for the dewdrops of your incarnation
21st July 2021
Today is similar to yesterday,
Quite possibly a preview of tomorrow,
Repetition of sameness,
Highlighting moments of miracle.
why did you go?
extinguishing the flame that held us close,
the bond that was our foreverness
leaving me in despair.
I grieve for what was and for the whatever,
remembering the happiness we shared,
the love and contentment
now I struggle to breathe.
I gasp in life giving air unwillingly,
you were my whole.
I cannot replace you my twin flame,
I lie down and wait....
penned 7 May 2018
contest : twin flame separation sponsored by Madison Demetros
is there an after forever?
people go, seen again, never!
there are some who've stepped on the ledge,
some so close to the forever edge.
there are those that have stepped off.
all it would seem to be forever lost
so there must be a foreverness
for me its conjecture, just a guess.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mankind generates the utmost malevolent deeds
Sustaining corruption and ignoring those in need
Beholding a mirror, peering at the countenance
Dereliction of the conscious is an annoyance
As the darkness envelops callusing hearts and eyes
Anchoring in the abyss, the soul harbors the lies
Encompass, the globe has needless suffering affairs
Ego-centrist administer by promoting fears
There are continental fractures and accretive walls
And the preservation for evil: disputes and brawls
Turmoil weeping floods befalling for lost loved dears
Infinitude canyon murals eroded though tears
Cradling the bodies of sands before they disappear
The elixir for this palindormia fever,
Palimpsest the bitterness via seeds of forgiveness
Family; fathers and mothers, sisters and brothers
Foreverness, us, the sun’s arc, are rare tones and colors
My little room...my four walls.
I sit in one of the four corners--
Like an embryonic sac, lifeless in a state of non existence...
Embellishing in the silence as I travel the deserts—of a dusty mind.
I now switch corners... deja vu, the walls are closeting in
Everything is the same except smaller—oh such a hell
To ponder without thought...a holographic Holocaust
A devouring reality.
Each corner of the four walls a prismatic prison...
A convoluted construct—my four walls of the apocalypse
I switch corners again...I see foreverness
An Asylum refuge-sheltering my layering lies.
What am I?...a pensive reject, a pondering fool,
A thoughtless thought... a disconnect of an ancient memory...
I get to the last corner...I see a speck of a thought
A microbial element within the diminishing walls...
Four Walls-contest
Feb.24.2016 ^WW^
As I look back, my love, I see smoke not the ashes
And finally I come to see the truth
Just as we are we were made, by our hearts and so we
paved the roads that built our Rome
Like a gust of fresh air,
you're my spring tide,
foreverness,
my eternal constant love
Years seemed so kind, just as sands of the oceans
Like beggars we've stolen times grandiose
Sailing through tears, leaving sorrow and fear
we chartered to see our hopes renewed
Like a gust of fresh air,
you're my spring tide,
foreverness,
my eternal constant love
The world was our carpet, the heavens our comfort
How high could our union spread its wings
Yet it's hard to believe, where there were two now lives emptiness,
A world without you is just plain despair
Yet... Like a gust of fresh air,
you're my spring tide,
foreverness,
my eternal constant love
I once awoke in a
Storm of color
When the Persian sky of
Scheherazade made lovers quiver and
Table milk
Spilled in luxury over your
Perfected fingers.
It was only later
When the sweet scent of
Decades dripped from my
Gaping mouth and into the
Wanton cusp of
Persepolis’ urns did I stop to
Ponder your
Magnificence.
Trembling still, I did
Swoon
Not once, Nay
Twice in the
Lore we wrapped so
Neatly beneath that first
Sunrise
Traders
Entwined in our
Foreverness and in the
Oozing chalice of
Wine we
Bore to the
Altar
My dearest love, My cells yearn to touch
yours in a way that our universe has no
explanation for. Your scent fills my empty
and full desires as you're a distance away
and as we become one...I see through
your eyes to a place of blue fire ecstasy,
and I am safe, finally to hope in our
foreverness. .Never believe that you've left
my heart, unless I perish forcing the
threads that bind into an unshapely
garment to be tossed away..
Nine thousand days ago
Where have you been?
Do you remember me and
How it was?
Can you make me understand
From where it started?
Did I feel this way before?
Nine thousand days are nothing.
I can't see the reason why.
Was it all before predicted?
Was I present when they wrote
My current lifetime?
Do you know?
Why everywhere only walls?
I hear only silence.
Nothing is killing me.
Nine thousand days
Became foreverness.
One again hears the rendition
of the songbird’s morning tide trill,
amongst shades of trembling light
that, which still meanders upon
the hillside, where unsung meadows
interact in dishevelled jade,
here were one to relive again
if only a fleeting moment,
an indulgence of nostalgia
that for me, cements in my mind
my youth and my esteem for you.
“A portrait of foreverness”.
© Harry J Horsman 2012
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