Tag: Grace

Poem – “Make Me Aromatic” – Romance

With desire, feed me wine,
Among pain, make yourself as mine
Beneath sheets that fade away thy purest form,
As all angels weep above in their enclosure.

For I have destined myself,
To wed myself,
With yourself, a queen of a night,
A desire and a might.

You have felt the sin,
To which we ran the waters
Over our palms,
And over the soils.
When thou did,
Thou filled baskets, with ripest apples,
And filled thy mouth, with words of praise.
Make this kindest moment last.

The moment when we dance,
Before an altar so lit with wonder,
An altar adorned with petals,
I see thee, a face of finest beauty.

I see lips as strips of scarlet,
And cheeks with rose attached,
And eyes that beam out the wishful note,
“Never to leave, never to depart,”
As you rightfully say.

And when I see thy graceful form,
Kept in my palm,
I find nothing else to
Create a qualm.

Face me, dear thing,
You have beauty roaring out,
To the furthest shores,
So mighty that you are, needing to see,
How much I love thee,
And all of thee.
We are now united, with faces to breathe.

Poem – “The Rain from Your Eyes” – Romance

Let fall what water will drop to taste,
The shadow from a woman’s edges
To blue eyes within a puddle of ivory.
I feel from them, the ripples of despair,
The love we behold, is a pain of memory,
Love has been bridged,
Over cherished hills of cherry tops.
Above a breast and a nipple,
And two lips that aim to kiss,
The temple of me, a man with much remorse.

Oh, my beauty, how you’ve grown
Your heart to meet the risings of this garden,
The detail of veins,
The intricacy in their weaving,
I feel their coming upon us.
As the many deceptions you’ve been enticed
By, to make another world.
And to the world you’ve created,
One of lust,
It is one of death, by my judgement.

Deny me no longer,
The one who aims,
To tear free that heart, and to pull loose,
Each vein,
Apart, so that blood flows free,
Each feeble pulsation, is a sordid one.

Death has made you fowl,
Enough for murder to be my art.
Love has become our fate,
Though, to what we make of blood,
With its many hues and shades,
Guarantee us to be opposites,
A hue and a shade.
Won’t we love, among so many birds?

Among so many voyeurs,
Won’t we love?

Poem – “Your Youth and your Resplendence” – Romance

Save me, graces,
The bleeding wound,
In me,
Has long thought of to be free.
Your idleness matches
My failure. And to the ship,
Where there are sailors,
They mask themselves in the breezes.

Fate awaits me,
Her dying body is a shelter,
One that throws love overboard.
Underneath my feet,
There are many serpents.
There are many insects I have crushed.

There is a face,
One so smooth and so round,
One so much attuned with life,
That it mocks me.
By a smile,
With teeth that are porcelain-white.

Death came natural to her,
As life comes to me, as futility.
Her youth and her resplendence,
So white and so vivid,
That I desire to devour it,
Beyond the lighthouse.

Come as she may,
Oh, woman of tragedy.
To the faults of every mire,
Of every sea and every sire.
Of every tombstone that grows higher,
To love, and to her arms, is all I desire.