Tag: Lips

Poem – “Tena, Tena, offer Me your Lips” – Romance/Personal Poem

Find me where wine surrounds,
An airport and its buzzing engines.
Find me, for me to nestle myself in your heart,
Find faces to feel their praise.
I will love until eternity is torn apart,
We will love until paradise is what surrounds,
With violet scents,
And beauty’s dose of awe.

Safety is where I will find your touch,
Your lips is where I will land my own.
At an airport, where landings are general,
And your hair, I will run a hand
Through, like the running waves that guide
A man through the shapes of his own mind.

Love is the feeling to our universe,
Transferred in between time.
I want your lips, like the redness attached
To a petal from a rose;
Or like the blush just above your smile,
That has raised your rosy cheeks.

You’ll be my cure, will you not?
My pain shall fly away from this chest of mine,
As we embrace, and see that universe in eyes.
You will be my cure, and no one else
Shall take your place at my side.
Beautiful woman, holy and true,
I wield your hands like candles,
And take to the world no more disgrace.

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 – “The Slender Candle” – Romance

Her ethereal,
Becomes commonplace,
When as the witness,
To the sight of depravity.

The sight of God,
Too bright,
For wicked stains,
Of blight,
To make a grand performance,
For the mark of love.

She has the form of an infant,
But the exquisiteness of the priestess.
She has the desires of Eve,
And the embellishments of Adam.

She has the warmth from the sun,
Though, the coldness from the moon
Will bend closer for the kiss.
The destitute pauper, is me, and forgotten.

The lid has opened,
To my frigid heart.
My pain comes forth,
From a contented Hell.

A surge,
A sibling called Appetite,
Has craved the heart,
Of her, the despair.

I am solidness,
She is a base,
For my liquid structure,
To become hate.

She is the only moon,
To have a singular face.
And the only doubt,
That I cannot race.

“Parted Lips” – Poem – Romantic

I fell upon thy parted lips,
And fled among their washed hue,
Never knew, never knew,
The placement of their kind,
That were drawn over a face of mine.
Your parted lips,
Are as my own.

A woman, and a man,
Your beauty, and my insanity,
We’ve both done wrong,
To fall apart, and to be anew.

I am in love only with water,
Because thou does not represent land,
No fertility and no newness.
Only I, as myself, am new.
New beside you, with two parted lips.