May I touch thee beneath a springtide moon
with the warming of love's rapture
to synchronize our hearts with passion's tune.
Might I taste thine lips within summer's seethe:
soft and flared of cerise red hue;
to quench our pleasures and draw to appease.
Embrace thee I shall amongst autumnal rise:
leaves aflutter,semblable to hearts;
tepid winds breathe upon destiny's devise.
Should we ever part from such lovers' bliss;
thy pray our love shall never verge.
If a day comes to rend us,please remember this:
I shall reach thee amidst a wintry dawn,
in a pang-chilling memory
that no season of other love shall ever thaw.
Categories:
semblable, visionarylove,
Form: Rhyme
I avoid the light that invades the space of the windows
because it perturbs the nuances of my thoughts:those
frigid sepulchral memories of yesteryears' love lying
uniformly beyond a damp partition of consciousness,trying
to escape as a means of a venerable excuse for me to
decimate this flesh and soul which gives residence to
those effulgent ponders that waver restlessly and tangent
upon the structure of the optimists' creed that was bent
from capricious minds and hypomanic-states to which nothing
states of the verities of the now abysmal dolor which rings
through my heart with incessant intonation of a melody
that schlepps through my senses in remoteness of euphony
which springs forth from mouths of angels vocalizing of their
freedom.And within those octaves I hearken of the loss
of my freedom which I once embraced in the solitude
that abraded piquancy of vibrant day,having worn it away
to evince the cold moments of paltry existence when those
unawakened fleeting thoughts(which are semblable to windows
of graves)allow no memory of yesteryears' love bereft
to evade,and no glint of light to invade the eyes of death.
Categories:
semblable, inspirationallight, light, love,
Form: Free verse