. . . The Wind Blows -- And So
Eight Octaves Vicinity
Vivid Are Her Smiles . . .
.
Out the front door
the back's to the
creek
.
"mmph"
"uh"
"wait"
"woah"
"uh"
"damn"
.
It's just mine
Big
tall
that's all
The
five foot flutteriña
Yep
Mine lift
up for the
kiss
down for the
hiss
T-rex has ears that do not ever stop
With a roar and a stomp, he gives a hop
Landing hard in front of the candy shop.
Where a champagne cork has given a pop.
She held me with her
heart she embraced me with her,
eyes she kept me my,
spirit and soul I am,
Momentarily hers
1/13/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr ©
It hurts.
Watching the guy you want
With someone else
I wish he was mine
But it's fine.
He is her's.
Not yours
I say
It's okay..
He declared his intentions; and she was surprised.
She had never thought of him as a suitor.
She tried to let him down easy, but it was hard.
He had poured out his heart.
She decided to introduce him to her cousin.
A woman who had been looking for such a commitment.
He was a terrific guy, and she wanted to help him.
Unfortunately, he did not see it that way.
I burned my lips on her’s today
Though I have no one but myself to blame
‘Twas in the moment of our first kiss
Our passion burst into a raging flame
I oft had admired her from a distance
Never knowing she was the Devil’s child
I knew the instant we began to dance
I’d lost my soul cause it got wild
She twisted my heart into a knot
And clouded my mind with smoke
But it was when I met her dad
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Woman's charm
Adds the calm
To the cause
Woman's grace
Poise and pace
To applause
By default
Let's exalt
All of hers
January 23, 2023
Oh! how I love the love of the love she's in love with
She so loves the Lord and so do I
We all love Him so
The Lord Oh! how she loves our God she's praying
Too, she's in love with our Father God
Oh! So how I love the love the love she's in her aura
Her continent so shines her light so shines bright
She's deeply blind of the faucet of the world 100 so
Gathering her prayer hands on fallen knees
She lays out crying out to the Father are God
Whom which heaven space and now this the conquest
Is truly missed Satan's on the run for the Love of God's daughter strong
And it can win every battle
The love of her love I love we embrace our heavenly Father
The almighty love of our souls
3/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
My Heart Is Hers and Hers Is Mine
My love is like a wren on a perch,
For whom the lea over I searched.
To her, I trill passionate rhyme.
My heart is hers, and hers is mine.
Inside my chest, heartbeats express
Words I weave with lips to impress.
“Pain me not,” she says, “with silly twine.
My heart is yours, and yours is mine.
“Cast out the doubt that grips your soul,
Parse the drivel, and be true and bold.
Woo me with tender words, sublime.
My heart is yours, and yours is mine.”
Then I find the mindset to conceive
Verses of love to lay at her feet,
Which she sifts through, one at a time.
My heart is hers, and hers is mine.
***
Thread of love,
in each vibrato,
whispers.
A melancholy,
that disperse,
the colors,
of hers.
String of love,
in each octave,
played.
A monochrome,
that displayed,
the hues,
of hers.
Knot of love,
in each tempo,
echoes.
A melody,
that reels,
the feels,
of hers.
are our hours
of conversations
casual collaborations
constructively coming
collectively together or
is
it
me
thinking or
shall we say
me musing
about my
Muse for
it's she
that
makes me
transforms me
adorns me with a
crown when she sings
songs and calls me mi
poeta
Take me now for I give you myself,
Bind my hands to the mast,
Take from me whatever you want,
I’ll give whatever you ask,
As we both sail away on the edge of reason,
Exposed on this drift away boat,
Exposed to the world of air, wind and sea,
Exposed as we quietly float,
And cover my eyes… take all my sight,
Take away all of my clothes,
Then take all you want from all of this skin,
All this skin you have proudly exposed,
Because I am your sub for you to enjoy,
Your toy, I’m your beautiful swan,
For you to nurture and grow by yourself,
To lustfully sit down upon.
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