"I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire..."
For you have set my untarnished heart on fire
"I learned how to live unkissed, until" we met
Now, we dance all night long, a romance duet
"The moon is an honest Manipulator"
Gives us away with its light, like a traitor
"It's raining roses and love riots" tonight
Together, we make an enviable sight
I'm the passionate pulse that beats in your veins
Wholly yours to explore, 'coz you hold my reins
The midnight stars groove to the rhythm of our souls
We are in a place where amour, us controls
Let's share our ardency with milky moonbeams
And with the sleeping world, our soft stardust dreams
Hands joined, lives intertwined, we will never part
For you and I, we live in each other's hearts...
I learned to live unkissed
untill I was blessed being kissed.
As you first cast a slant glance
deep dense piercing my heart
I was alarmed and charmed
and got whelmed being alert !
Eternal time took momentary pause !
Seven heavens stepped in
reaching me to my desired haven.
Love was sealed
experiencing bliss of first kiss.
I learned to live unkissed, until
You inked my lips with scarlet bliss,
a taste of temptation spelling destiny's will,
blood drip quill tip piercing heart's prolonged pulses,
love spirit speaks seven syllabes of ritual thrill,
Mind as mouth breathes life's matrix,
I take the threat of your love
under the tongue of my boyish truth,
yet I know I can be the lover of your resolve
wrapping your bloom around my soul face proof,
I serve you delight of desire that only I can solve,
your body beckons as as beauty wet smooth,
We are a universe uncursed by chaos,
your scent a supernova of love star bleed,
pouring ache into me like rose fire unlost
You are my olio of aficionado love cross plead,
crucify me on the front page of poetry, bold ghost,
enrapture my heart with conquest creed,
The mercy of my mouth you will need...
Lay dreaming on the beach
Listening to the ocean roar
Ecstasy filled my soul with delight
My mind wandered ~
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire
My heart raced ~ faster
Pulsating beats of rhythm
To the sound of the ocean
Splashing vigorously in my mind
Intense heat filled my body
Dripping with sheer ~ delight
My heart missing beats
I learned how to live unkissed, until ...
That night changed everything
I screamed ~ “Tie me to your Tongue “
Please, please ~ I’m begging now
Passed the stage of no return
Tonight is the night
Desire ~ becomes fire
It’s raining roses and love riots
Oh ! I feel your tongue caress me
I don’t want this to stop
I can take it ~ more~ more
The moon is an honest Manipulator
Brighter the moon shone, hotter I became
Is this a dream ~ or reality ?
I don’t wanna wake up
Feelings of desire, engulf me
Ocean calls me into you
If time turns, will scars stain the sky ?
Born of fire.
Black water.
A singular spine—
I learned how to live unkissed, until...
The Tasman bared its teeth,
A cold, crushing mouth.
The moon is an honest Manipulator,
pulling the tide
like a noose.
grinding the heavy ocean
against my spine.
White surf choking
my basalt throat.
The sky tears open,
it's raining roses and love riots,
soft ruin
on wet basalt.
Let the gale howl
its wrath.
Against my ledges.
I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire.
The tempest cracks
over the peak—
Tie me to your Tongue;
make the storm's voice
the only thing
holding me above the waves.
A fossil of fire.
That gouged the dark.
I ask the heavy air:
If time turns, will scars stain the sky?
"The moon is an honest Manipulator,"
last night you showed off with your total eclipse.
Your enormous bright light did,
"Tie me to your Tongue."
"I learned how to live unkissed,
until" last night.
Now "I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire,"
needing to wait for the next full moon.
"If time turns, will scars stain the sky?"
Will I live to see you next month in all your glory?
Oh look at the dark clouds for,
"It's raining roses and love riots."
Tonight was very special,
I am so glad I could join the full moon for our visit.
A ghost of gold in the morning light,
With tiny hands holding the ocean mist.
I watch the younger me take flight,
Through clocks of glass dreams—unkissed.
The silvery mirror starts to melt,
A childhood wish I once had felt,
Currently echoing where stars exist.
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Perhaps the wind will turn today,
or perhaps it will drifts elsewhere,
keeping the echoes of what we never said
if quiet were not already there...
Perhaps the rain will choose to fall,
or perhaps it will hold its tears,
leaving the streets unkissed and all
our waiting hearts postpone in years.
Perhaps I saw your smile at sunrise,
or perhaps the night was weaving deceptions;
perhaps what is gone still lingers
and perhaps we gather more than we notice.
Perhaps, my words are not enough,
yet still I write, in quiet prose...
for perhaps a poem is just this:
a maybe that nobody knows.
Morning poem
From a prince’s shining light will it be possible to see the beginning of the day as it was before dawn the moment before it was unkissed by anyone but you before life began as the story go And no one knew what to say about the day
Before anything was born leaving the darkness behind like an unwanted dream of what was before the light was born
Is it not possible to see what life was before the mountain kissed the shore unseen by anyone but you not yet awake to understand the wonder of a new day so never mind the light if you have seen the beginning of the day the last kiss before I die
I shall say no more.
Who are you
Dan McGrew?
You sound quite mean
If rumours' true
You lodged yourself
Inside his head
Some seventy years
Still, now you're dead
A tale of love
Of bars and booze
The wheel of fate
Alas, you lose
The west was wild
Back in the day
As danger framed
Each male afray
But what of Lou?
The lady fair
Of unkissed lips
And tousled hair
A broken heart
May never mend
A scar unhealed
Until the end
So as our story
Precious told
Still held in head
Though tired and old
A life not lost
No shooting here
Just words uncovered
Crystal clear
By man with joy
For life, 'tis true
May soon reunite
With his own lady Lou
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"unkissed rose"
an unkissed rose has no life
such is cold and passionless
a stem without touch
a petal without fragrance
a flower without love
nurture the rose to breathe
and let desires play out
return the stem to feel
return the leaf to perfume
return the butterfly whole
affections and sensations
such is life of a kissed rose
SkyWatcher
10-21-23
you gave a bajou
and the summer rain
toppled and confused
we left under our own accords
In the morning
we recanted,
sitting in misery
you said you never loved us
we tried to stroke our bruised egos
but the arcane wind was chaffing,
with the rest of your friends
we sweetly languished
unkissed by the dawn
Why do we always say falling in love?
We keep doing it but we don't move,
Is it because love is down and not above?
Every day we're failing, we don't improve,
Why can't it fly high in the sky like a dove?
Why does our heart break into pieces?
We give it out but they dine it with spices,
We shout but they cannot hear our voices,
While wooing them we make lots of sacrifices,
Why can't they choose to treat us like princes?
Why are our minds always depressed?
We dress them but they leave us exposed,
We keep trying but they're never impressed,
We keep knocking but their doors remain closed,
Why does our whimsical mouths remain unkissed?
©Kelmwa
He comes to me at eventide when all is quiet, still,
As I sit alone in darkening listening to the trill.
Of night birds as they give their call rousing at the gloaming,
To begin the evening hunt and I with them go roaming.
I feel His arm around me as I walk in twilight mist.
I feel His love surround me though I remain unkissed.
He is the lover of my dreams in whom I can confide.
He is the friend and confidant in whose arms I hide.
He soothes my wounded spirit.
He heals my aching heart.
He restores my confidence,
And all my fears depart.
He is no ordinary man whose ego I must feed,
No knight in shining armor upon a great white steed.
He's good and kind and loving though He knows my every deed.
He knows me well but loves me still. He's all I'll ever need.
My flesh is screaming,
if the cancer is me,
Then cut me out
and set me free.
No more to endure
The sight of the shore,
While drowning capsized out at sea.
If I let myself go,
limbs aching and slow,
So close to that shore,
Then no more I’ll know
Of those I have missed
Of faces unkissed
Of drowning in tears of sorrow
But to them I will pass,
a pain that will last
Forever they’ll sail,
B’neath skies overcast.
A hurt so deep
A pain they'll keep,
My drowning will anchor them fast.
So tethered am I
to what I'm denied,
A childless mother
I must abide
By rules so cruel
Yet love is the fuel
And from drowning I shall not have died.
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