tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
ever so softly, my sweet,
whisper my name as you linger
in my loving embrace;
feel the warmth of my breath on your face.
chest to chest, can you feel
my heartbeats against yours as we
surge through the pulse
of passion's flickering flame?
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
come closer to me, i implore thee,
let's stay the night under the jealous moon.
as your hungry eyes meet mine,
let me taste heaven in your kiss.
yes, my beloved, kiss me to resurrect
a dormant desire that used to rage
like a hurricane. let our hearts
be carefree as twilight grows feet to run.
tie me to your tongue
as you melt into me.
a nighttime snowstorm
melting in the daytime sun
hidden sidewalk stream
I am Winter and almost here,
you must give me a huge cheer.
I will bring you a day that is clear,
but watch out for the ice my dear.
My white snow can be so much fun,
sometimes I can bring you a ton.
Now go out and run ~ run,
before I am melted by the big bright sun.
I can bring a real cold time,
making for an early bedtime.
My wind will make the bells chime,
giving off a pretty rhyme.
Before you know it Winter will be gone,
Spring will bring in a new dawn.
Next year I will bring back a pretty white lawn,
until then just carry on.
H=Humour and smiles make for a happy day for everyone.
U=Under hurt or pain, add humour so it will melt fast away.
M=Many need a joke or two so their face can wear a smile.
O=Our life is happier with lots of humour in it.
U=Unless we have humour in the world, we will be sad.
R=Read this again to see what to do for a happy life.
The pavement claims ice cream from little sticky fingers. Cries echo through the air, tugging at the heartstrings of first-time parents. Turned-out pockets disarmed, everyone walks away with a smile~some wide, some forced, and some bewildered.
Have always known my limitations
it's a fact that can't be missed
I'll always go out on a limb
and you're an attraction I can't resist
am I being reckless to gamble on such a crazy game
am I overconfident and like a moth to a flame
will I melt my wings
these and a thousand other things
will I crash and burn will I ever learn
always had my uncertainties
if I speak my mind to you
there's a danger in the air
you'll take and break my poor heart in two
am I flying too close
when the day is done
if I say, "I'm in love with you,"
am I flying too close to the sun?
I have a heart too warm
for a body of snow.
My torso went out first—
The buttons before my chest
dropped into the soil.
One by one, they stripped me tenderly.
—I feel exposed.
My limbs were the next to leave—
Technically I only had
arms that once traced words in frost.
The damp branches—they landed right beside me.
I couldn’t reach them, of course.
Finally, my face.
I recalled dreaming of pale winter sun
—my lighthouse amidst a blizzard.
My eyes flowed down—what once were my cheeks.
My smile thawed into a grieved last breath.
A pile of cold water by the pavement…
I think I left my heart of March there.
I’m thinking of a person
Who is strong and resilient.
Big in personality but size is small.
When mad, they turn a green pigment.
All is lost when anger worsens.
Tantrums raging, escalating.
Tired now, limbs in a sprawl.
I’m talking about toddler phasing,
A daily battle of exertion.
Blood rushes behind my eyes. Ocean waves
crash as I turn my head, tilting to get a better
view of you. But that’s impossible, isn’t it? No
view is adequate. How should one look at David?
My lips are dry. I’m fainting, surely. Cells melt
and mix, transfixed as you walk by. Unknowing.
In the endless exile, where dreams melt like snowflakes under the sun,
I discovered a secret world, woven from threads of shadow and light,
where each step on the solitary path became a dance of falling stars,
and loneliness transformed into a siren's song, drawing me into the depths.
I was enveloped by a wave of humility, an ocean of tranquility where time loses its shape,
and there, between the velvet sky and the silk earth, I learned to listen,
to decipher the stories of the wind that whispers the forgotten secrets of the world,
in an ancient language, understood only by me, like a magical incantation.
This isolation, like a labyrinth of mirrors, reflected the face of my soul,
stripped my heart of illusions and regrets, leaving only the pure essence of being,
a flame dancing in a crystal candle, illuminating the path to truth,
where words become unseen bridges between silence and wisdom.
In exile, I encountered eternity in a moment, an endless journey,
where I learned that my language is a tree with deep roots,
planted in the soil of memory and desire, growing towards the sky of hope,
a song of the universe, in which each verse is a window to infinity.
I find my hands are dripping -
With the wax of my emotion.
And yet I lie here waiting -
In the pool of my devotion.
How could i know this fervor -
From flame who melts my candle -
If I wait to jump at grandeur,
A heat fresher than I can handle.
The wise can't act by chance,
So they must not know of passion.
Cold wax still smells of romance -
It is strong but shaped from ration.
first day of spring
sunny and mild
as the snow-smelt
of hidden greens
below a blue sky
this weekend
len
When I seen creeks flowing again,
My frozen heart was found unfrozen.
polar bears hunt
too much swimming
not enough ice
This winter, like a dream, will slowly melt into hidden memories,
Carefully wrapped and left to sleep until the coming year,
The cold tap water, which once trembled in our palms like a whisper,
Will seek solace in the coming summer, wondering: who will touch it with cold fingers?
The breeze through the window, which once played with the curtains like a mischievous dancer,
Will now lay sunbeams over afternoons drowsy with gentle slumber,
Where you will sink into reverie, floating between wakefulness and sleep,
The evening flame, where part of the night quietly burned away,
Will scatter its ashes in a gentle wind, carrying untold stories,
This winter will slip away quietly, leaving behind a part of itself,
Hidden in the pocket of an old sweater, waiting to be touched again,
To return with the touch of a hand, brought back to life from memory.
Thus, in the flow of time, winter transforms into a melancholic echo,
A spectacle of nature that laughs and cries, leaving subtle traces within us,
And reminds us that every ending carries the promise of a new beginning,
For memories live forever in the heart, waiting to be awakened again.
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