What I’d like to give you
Is an ounce of my perfume
As I leave my door ajar
Know that with my scent
I am letting you into my heart
A thousand scents of love
We cannot feign
As you close your eyes
And let my scent drift in
In your cupped hands
You now hold my heart
My lingering perfume
The one you adore
Wear me now
Or forever more
It is I flowing headily
Right beneath your skin
29.9.2021
Sponsor: Mystic Rose Rose
Contest: Bring me Home
Categories:
headily, love,
Form: Free verse
waning of blue sky,
as my eyes succumb to sleep —
awakened by dreams
the barenaked bark,
handsome in its lichen state —
soft are its feathers
the long limbs of oaks
stretch in coalescent prayers
and mystical hymns
in darkness of womb,
rosebuds like a babies fist —
the birthing of March
honeysuckle scent,
headily swoons in my bed,
leaving me breathless
the luminous moon,
barred owl’s snow-heart countenance
and my child-wide eyes
awaken the dawn —
potpourri of fairydust
clings to horizon
3/13/2019
Categories:
headily, spring,
Form: Choka
Allow me explain
Brethren gathered here for
Custom dictates
Due process prevail
Exaggerated much
Flaws mine-as may seem
Granted the providence of evidence you see
Highly placed the source-allegedly
Inconceivable the idea that falsehoods they be
Jury decide-be it she or be it me
Kissing and telling discretely-of course
Listlessly I will you tell this tale, you see
My wife's mother's brother's valet-who doubles as mine
Noticed a queerness about this chambermaid fine
Opulent her head with silky tresses
Perfect her skin as nothing else is
Quenching a thirst as non I ever knew
Repugnant as I found the idea,true
Sacrifices always must be made for
The greater good of humankind sake
Ungodly as you all will agree this meeting between her and me
Vestments would not keep me away
Witchcraft! That's what we suspected for how else could I a Lord be so blinded
Xylophone music was all that I heard while headily begging for her hasty embrace
Yet how was this Lord ever to know that
Zealotry was for chambermaid's too?
Categories:
headily, addiction, society,
Form: Abecedarian
My Lady of the Aisles walks so headily between the texts.
Her switch is but a libracation,
Within the words laid down and spread before Us.Such passion there was found in reams. A first edition, pressing, hardcover of what we dare not say.She came at once that very moment as I came to understand.The same turgid truth of mine inside her as we felt the Joy of Next.
A single strand of sunlight dappled gold.
Straining points of tautnesss ,such wicked thoughts kept abreast of learned intercourse amongst these torrid tomes.
My Lady of the Aisles turns each page of Mine with barely a concern.Of these throes of rows and rows in each of Us discovered things . We found on higher shelves.
She reads Me like a dirty book while I take the time to read her full; completely.To such a climax; there are no words to tell the truth.Of what the shushings all about.
Categories:
headily, fantasy, words,
Form: Narrative
Too much
too little
slow down
relax
don't anymore hear it
wind is loud
voices echo headily encourage
shun your “thou”
sorry if it offends
you not me and....
getting older striving
forever to be free.
Categories:
headily, life,
Form: Free verse