~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