Two souls dance In twilight rain Their heartbeats' divine A sweet refrain Cradling stars While the mist bathed Their spirits Adorned with blooms, A fired breeze Robed their skin Soft elixir Across glade To serenade A flamed tango Gliding under Gloaming hues Song of the blooms A medley swayed Savoury Handmade brew Honeyed harvest Nectar splendor To the dancing souls Bonne-bouche woven Fragrant feast A rhapsody Ambrosial.
Month: February 2021
Brailled
The dotted page Hush of your dewdrop eyes The stirring in your fingertips Giving shape to my thoughts Luminous Your eyes Wrap 'round Woven hues To lush a page Eyes aglow The ardent need to read A heart to bare Glossed by emotions Eyes streaked Turquoise tasselled Breath sparkling like the Ocean when the moon hits It at night Your eyes A vignette Etching Blazing, sparking The dotted page.
12.07 AM Haiku
My world becomes
A poem...
Everytime
You smile
On The Pulse Of Time
I love the time I spend with you I want to do it all over again Each time we meet, it's new Sweet talk never tasted better. It's like being in a rainbow with you You show me colors not seen before Like being in a dream that may come true I can feel the hope in my heart grow I just can't do without you anymore.
Ars Poetica
Somewhere on a page There is a poem... Language needs a page to hold A poet frames the page With his words. Pain pressed into words Becomes a poem That's when language Comes undone In its rawness Organic, abstract, artsy even My dusky breath embraces Thoughts of you... Inside my dream.. The night makes a verse once more And all I know is that The pain makes me Not the happiness..like A shrapnel scraping my soul Like a machete wound In an oil painting My warrior nerves flame As poetry inscribes My electrified soul That is mine to keep A breath of gold Brings me home In the red rush Of unfinished dreams Stars' heal The fevered nerves Of my hushed frame . The Oriole sings in my solstice. .
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