A stamp retreating to a corner
Travels round the world
Without boundary
No political
Colourless
Timeless
With wavy emotion of the lovers
With startling surprise of the children
With overwhelmed joy of the parents
And now with the humbleness of me
Who is one of his owner
Midst, whilst fully conscious
Life's golden dream
They are, for men, women
What's of Heaven
A part. Inhabitors.
Its bright-lit face.
Our neighbours; yours and mine!
In the sunshine!
early morning dew
fresh linen mixed with cotton
mingled with nights sex
Within me was raw matter, and not cold suet,
Another’s fat denies my juicing muscles neat;
Hormones - chemistry kissing crude physiology,
With cells bursting in sociology’s colour - biology.
Never harming the idempotent individual as god,
Nature veers and steers, within, away from tod;
Yet claiming rugged, sheer beauty, by piercing air,
Exquisite scenes of eloquence give glimpse fair.
Primal mover’s first move appropriates the span,
Whilst questioning the prerogative by his face tan,
Freedom twice reminds the kin of liberty’s quest,
Enveloping the partaker, guest, in free will, blest.
Truth never fetishes, fondles, or offsets in grief,
But is there, existing in differentiation in belief -
Never superseding its personable chief of portrait,
It sculpts the panorama reckoned in true straight.
Life, who has newly bonded with
Are Summer's friends.
Vows to, a worshipper's, renewed
Its lovers are.
Typically borne out in actions
Joyful and free.
In those, too which go to extremes.
No heights, depths bar.
Through each of its high climber's
And its low diver's
Adored looks, fixed in wonderment
Earth, too, has lovers.
Whilst in return, for stroked claw*
Wrapped tendril, stings more*
Fighting off whose own advances!
The sensual deplore!
* Falcon's, raptor's
* Jellyfish's
There once were two lovers from Spain
Caught getting frisky on a train.
Sweaty and coiled,
Their passions embroiled,
While the conductor charged onlookers to remain.
On some height, and blown always
With arms fully extended
Embracing it.
If stiff frozed through!
If wails transmit!
A deep valley, o'erlooking
Or that, deeper
For a great sea.
Soul. A condemned
World - kindredly!
_Scene: After the fight_
His snore filled the room now,
Like air inside a balloon.
Thoughts run like sprinters in her mind.
Steady. Distant. A retreat.
Sonia stood. Always standing.
Her eyes locked on the door.
Not wood. Not paint.
An exit.
The course was set,
Like the stubborn August breeze.
Purpose sharpened in her chest.
The bulb still buzzed.
The night was almost over.
For two who once joked they were lovers.
She breathed. She was ready.
An Eagle soars high above
His wings outspread, he glides away the day
Like feelings deep within a heart
Trapped inside, sometimes hard to say
He looks for some unsuspecting pray
Any small creature will fit the bill
But like love between two mortal souls
Passion rises at will
Sunlight gleams upon his wings
As he rises so high above
And as our lovers walk down leafy lanes
Their thoughts just filled with love
As the Eagle returns high up to his nest
Out of reach of any prying eye
Our incandescent heartfelt pair
Walk through fields as time gently passes by
As our Eagle settles down to sleep
His daily work now done
Two passionate lovers lay in the long grass
For them true love has begun
so happy to be
a member of this neat group
lovers of people,
Lovers Of Humanity
true lovers of each others!
Lovers
Ever
Fall in blooming love,
Need brain monitors, surely
Romance human dance.
Aired embellishment.
Musical sound.
Fog-cleared, of all a new-woke
Source of uplift, more vibrant
Flowering ground.
Can we, as lovers
State otherwise?
Live in the heart; bell-like rings
Relatably in tune with
These coos. Dove-size.
I have 2 secret lovers only a few know about.
Not everyone would understand our love, and that I have no doubt.
The one who keeps me up all night, she’s my biggest fan.
She tells me how good of a mom I am and helps me the best way she can.
The other, she’s a bit more shy, and doesn’t like all the noise.
She makes me feel a little bit calmer and fills me with poise.
Together they are the perfect combo and make me feel like I’m at my best.
I hate the times when I can’t find them which makes me distressed.
The hyper one, she gets me through several days and nights,
The calm one, she settles my nerves and kisses where the other bites.
I don’t remember what life was like before I met these two,
Don’t remember who I was, I’ve become someone I once knew.
I know a day will come when we can no longer be friends,
Until then, they’re my secret lovers and will hold me until the very end.
Lovers’ Tale:
Death and Life are opposite sides of the wheel,
But do we truly know how they feel?
Separated from each other,
Couldn’t love a person any other.
Misunderstood by everyone,
Thought Death will bring down our sun,
We locked Death underground in hell,
And Life in skies as her heart fell.
The anger and hatred will never be forgotten,
For now, she is the Mara we made with our hearts rotten.
Oh! And Death, he was the angel from heaven, now Satan.
That is why the realm of men will never be a safe haven.
Men wrote Life as something to look up to,
And Death as something to look down upon.
But in these lovers’ perspective,
It is very fictive.
This is the fate they have accepted,
Of punishing those whose decisions had them corrupted.
Life is now believed as an endless cycle of Karma,
And Death is believed as an endless rest.
This is because the reality broke them,
And now reality is cruel just like our hearts.
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