We do in bold form express our truth,
in eyes we search,
lips we touch with certain youth,
the nature of our time together is love.
It is in the moment we try to define,
well beyond the physical desires,
we know there is a certain muse
in our quiet interactions after words.
I speak to your elegance,
and might my eyes light up
to the expression of reassurance you provide,
when showering me with peace of mind.
I would for it is that desire to know,
a thousand sunrises,
the time it would take
to in such eternal light express my love.
Oh to have you by my side always,
the tear is in such reality of course
a beautiful reminder of a solemnity,
that truly your love lives in my soul.
A slow burn,
the gradual release
when the mind,
chooses to listen
rather then react to the news.
I know I love,
hearts strings touch reality
exist in my every breath,
each moment I glance,
the look is for her eyes.
Yes there is a certain peace
when no longer the confusion
implies a fabrication,
or suggests impulsivity.
Today the warmth of truth,
skin against skin,
I do, did, will touch the world
when in my arms
she allows me to carry her heart.
My soul, your mystique,
my life, your love,
the beauty of passing time,
our energy real,
Sweet muse, sweet love,
in my soul I sing aloud,
I breathe freely,
my heart feels whole
A cold breeze outside, the last visible gasp
Of winter’s magic, the ability to sketch moods.
When nature is in blossom, unlocks each hasp
That holds beauty of life, against, distant woods.
We might feel the soft soil that moisture settles,
Our walk designed to leave imprints in the snow,
We imagine the heat of spring to tease our nettles,
A slow reality of how we love, eternal energy glow.
I do think of soft reminders, eyes, lips, a smile,
A memory brings her heart near my own, wanton
Desire is the passion of knowing she, this while,
in winter’s august, a summer breeze in mention.
Today, in sweet shelter of my own quiet resonance
Do imagine, she, elegance is a gift, is love’s chance.
My day begins,
eyes upon, sub-conscious recall,
the immediate wonder of rains,
a sort of cascade in spectacular blues,
I do imagine pleasantries that begin,
let me waltz inside my own fantasy of her.
the imagery gradually clear,
the beauty she brings to this privacy.
Ah, the fire is still burning,
I realize in a glance across the room,
I could use that as inspiration,
she is the constant of a passionate embrace,
when suddenly I hear a sound,
unfamiliar to my visual travel,
I am here again,
in a passive state of want,
sometime confused with the actual need
to appreciate the simple mystique,
my magnificent muse.
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while sunlight crept slow,
alighting the world to my eyes,
the line was drawn,
in though the physical,
the psychological is more
the prevalent reminder
what we may cross, what we may.
So in quiet retrospect,
felt were mountains of disdain,
the ignorance of where and how
remain the solitude looks afar to find
some recourse, some way back,
somehow to overshadow
the invisible line.
To understand there is truth
a common reality
when two soul
become vast oceans of separation
without a guiding light,
long extinguished in the course
of confusion in apathy.
How do, how does, how may
a couple begin to address,
lackluster winds, the heat is
enough to need isolation
for fear of scalding one another’s
When then do the doldrums
begin to allow innocence
to waft inside a dream
to allow the steady beat
of humanity in sequence
to hear the rhythm of love
inherent in Mastery’s drum.
First eyes in shadow
Wonder is mellow
imagine the moment
when all worry is still
ruminate notions quieted
we wander our soul a free man.
Pass through lives of knowledge
dinner tables in reunion
recall sage words of an elder
recognize her beauty a model
now wonder again in silence
is mourning simply a ruse
In this mystique her elegance
the fantasy of my dreams
alive in sweet dream state apart.
the essence of touch my yearn,
a kiss a gasp a thrill in eye
Silent shadows supine love recall.
Swift meadow shelter in gray
Earth, unknown passage way
Listen for chance response sway
Accentuated hearts on display.
Would if the world play violin
Traverse a mind, a place where in
We celebrate time amidst the din
Love still will grace shadow win.
Would that the world bequeath
The underlying truth beneath
Sound reliance quiet underneath
Mystique craft beauty a wreath.
Oh to be certain when imagination cog
Such elegance is sound as a violin in fog.
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