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~coffee syrup kisses~
take me back to
ice cream cones
in bistro chairs
where our
happily ever after
began its love affair
where a northern wind
in its subtle state
whisked away fears
drying silent tears
that day when
nothing or no one
could quite capture
our very visible rapture
as coffee syrup kisses grew wings
climbing to meet the raven
our solitude, our haven
~holiday~
let us take holiday on the moon
whilst the sun serenades eyes heavy
floating to a magician’s tune
won’t you build me a swing
slowly sing to me
that song you like to sing
for then we shall fly
collecting constellations
barefoot in a night sky
whisper sweetly like you do
as the stars giggle
when my cheeks change hue
let us take holiday on the moon
with no thoughts
of ever returning soon
costumes and masquerades
Sir Frederic’s symphony lent the stage
to the dance of lovers past
ghosts they were in a quadrille
for the scroll began its journey
finding the language within the vein
tipping
dripping
a heart familiar
of lifetimes lost
and regained
with each turn of this masquerade
the other knew
no matter the venitian shade
a language scripted from long ago
etched there for familiar fingers to find
upon flesh divine
to reread over and over again
as Sir Fredric’s symphony was set to rewind
~the path most traveled~
that trip you find
as you close your eyes,
the one that needs not a map
nor latest trendy technology,
but simply a heart that adores
the one where the path naturally soars
beyond rocky crags and tree-lines
to the river that flows below
that place where a heart
simply knows its glow
hints of laughter filled clouds
floating between chocolate kisses
to bygone gestures
in a gentleman’s chivalry
to cordial wishes
given in exclusively
that trip you find
as you close your eyes
the one where courage
sinks below the whys
for spaces silent know the way
of two lovers traveled
never cognizant or of ability to betray
~the bridge~
steps faltered
among heights not soared
until fingertips offered a better view
and you, my love chanced it
as I’d hoped all along you’d do
hand in hand our pace slow
along this bridge tall and wide
where waterfalls skirted locks
that held our every tide
fears not subsided
yet didn’t own that line
as you walked across with me
my hand holding on tightly
to this love of mine
tiny gestures you give
tokens of every part
priceless wonders yeah
but every one stealing
this ever bleeding heart
repose
even in repose his mind somersaults
to every word she speaks
every moment transfixed
in the quiet of his hold
with quill he navigates
to the secret garden they own
beneath a midnight moon
each psalm she once spoke
becomes breaths stolen
parading along paths
fingertips to fingertips
where she once walked alone
roar
roar
the resonance that vibrates
beyond fields unplowed
she aches for it
forever needing more
the shades of him
those that echo brazenly
through the enchantment
of his roar
sometimes with zealous thunder
standing proud
others aloof
a whisper in the crowd
sometimes timid
a cry in the night
then others contemplating
a reason not to fight
the one that grows loudest
the one that keeps her near
is the growl that begins slowly
finding its home within her ear
resonating it’s desire, it’s intent
it’s every need
she answers with stillness
forever giving him the lead
that ghostly roar
the reminder he is there
through the night, through the day
those many shades of him
she need not beckon to stay
for he is home
they both know it to be true
the truth there behind his eyes
matching her own hunger
within each and every hue
her lover, her guide
the lion of her blush
drinking every bit of him
with no intentions to rush
giving her soul
for he keeps it within
between those roars
where her heart became whole
once again
umbrella
beneath this tree I look to thee
high above you’ve perched your soul
its nearness I no longer feel it’s flow
for i sense you have seen
that my heart has found a kindred beat
beyond the one you left bleeding
my hand he took with gentle persuasion
knowing somehow before me I’d take it
perhaps you went to him in a dream
and whispered your worry of me
guiding him to this place where we seem now to be
my heart again is full my love
he is the umbrella you left behind
I feel you thought, you knew I’d find
he spreads his love like marmalade
you’d laugh no doubt at his quirky ways
his voice and choice of words
he’s so different yet so very much the same
he fills this void I came again to have
when you rode the wave
that healed your pain
yet gave me mine
between fingertips he ignites this woman
that I’ve become
in part from you
in part what was always there
that I had not the courage to see
like looking in the mirror
seeing now not one, not two but now three of me
he chooses every one to love as I of he
for he’s not perfect just as we
he knows these channels
where weeds seem always to threaten
the manicured path we strive to walk
I see in him this will to procure
every bit of heaven that chance deems us have
and have we shall one fine day
as you sit upon that tree
smiling down on me
current
you didn’t make this me
it was hiding beneath
wandering, drowning
in my own self made ocean
swimming dipping
some days floating along this unknown current
that I let take me
content with the not knowing
of what should be
losing faith
after hope fell between
fingertips to ashes
whispering now to trees
some days as if mocking a memory
yet this one fine day
when a rebellious current came
the herons flew
in perfect symmetry
as this something shifted beneath me
swirling ever slowly
until I found myself
turned to you
a something new
but no not really
it seemed you’d just taken a breath
and found another way
to call to my heart
your words
like a chorus of rain
within the enchanted forest
I’ve now come to find my way to
along the riverbed
where my heart rewinds
set to play
as new chapters bear our names
through your quill I find
my new current….
