Calling card, heart shaped, scented with strawberry
Dot point offers plant remote scenario seeds
Swirled responses confuse clients, strings tangled
Caught in pitiless draught, swung by fastidious song
Men attempt to measure vapour, mind's desperation
Digs hungrily into collapsing burrows
Tunnel bends suddenly, bright Saint rays blinding
Instilling whites to irises burdened by jutting brow
Bosom bandaged in gilt silk gown rhythms innocently
Kimono openings brush bristled necks in eroticism
Tension simultaneously softens perception
Velvet weaves an inlet, secrets under her cummerbund
Unfamiliar ocean floor coral organism submerges
Carbon crumbling flame surmounts ash, absorbent
Finite fire paralised by Siren's immortal smiling
Fingers deftly unthread rationale, star array unrationed
Mild explosive conceals danger in magic
Moss pubis rises to challenge, a next breath
Taken as death's ultimate verdict, torture of relief
Vixen innoculates victim with vibrant vial of uranuim
15th March
Filtered heart
She sat wedged between majestic trees of beauty and style
sidled in a labyrinth of Faith and exactitude
The day was damp, I could smell the earth beneath my feet
and only God knew where the angels were that very moment,
as she cried tears of water and human petrichor;
My heart was filled with a deep compassion for her as she wept
I joined her in the water dance of mercy and love, unrationed
Her eyes became alive with a deep color of fire and amber
as she exuded energy that could only be expressed through awe
I lunged for a moment of communion with her and the
whole world fell away at our feet....
The message came hours later, when I stood in silence
at the window of my soul...
"FAITH IS NOT A LOGICAL EXPERIENCE ,
BUT A CONVICTION OF THE HEART"
One rainy day as I stood in front of the Blessed Virgin Mary
surrounded by nature and rain, I experienced something
that was to remain in my heart forever.
Nov 27, 2018
Such explosions of love ecstatic
from fumbling youths and naive romantics.
In wedded bliss when passions flowed
two people alone in honeymoon glow
Flammable pleasure, ignitable moments to treasure,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
Like awaited episodes of a reality show,
responsibilities began to gnaw as they grow.
The candle of love flickered with breath abated
claiming its due from fires deflated.
Though loving was tender still quick to temper
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The children gone and the house deserted
alone again with our quality time protected.
A simple touch, a gentle nudge then smiling,
at such an age one mistake saw patience flying.
Eyes bleary, hard or hearing but recalling clearly,
we did love, we did fight, You and I.
The rocking chair now sways to silent music
only in the eyes can one realise, such beauty.
Smoldering fires of love and reined in emotions,
memorising every tryst with pledges of devotions.
Blessed with so much given and oceans of raw passion
in abundance we lived as God promised, His love unrationed.
still we hated, we had to fight, but we did love You and I.
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