Love is the element, the emotion, that relieves the oppressed mind from fear. True love, for true oppression, is the relief. For what is meant by “true”, is to never compare such things to the word “illusion”. For Alessio, nothing is realer than the feeling,…
Love has silence, Love has room To dance its romance, upon floors made of marble Or granite. Love blows tides Across oceans wide. Love feels heavy Atop lightest clouds. Love rains the drops Where one stops And drinks each joyous tear That one will hear…
What a world, to find ourselves locked within. A mutual discovery of the same darkness We both breathe. For there are only tears in our mouths For us to eat. Puddles gather between our toes, Weights hang off each strand atop our aching heads, And…
A whirlwind is ahead, and overheadMy head, where dancing planets move onTo the great expanse.All is a lost essence, in this great expanse.I’ll cast a drawbridge to you.I’ll lift whatever stones,Causing you not to be free. Whatever causes the stones to rainFrom your delicate eyesBeneath…
I have tasted a sight. I have tasted the current of blight Running from your empty mouth. Where once spilled sighs, Where once spilled the sounds from Joyful cries, I must now whisper a tired goodbye, A farewell to nothing but a lie, An unchanging…
What can we make Of two faces, identical only in the light? That are in love, like a pair of stars? Are we ever too distanced, Or apart? And do we still love? Did we ever despise who we were As lovers? Are we entertaining…
Keep time flyingTo the horizon, where your kisses are sentAcross oceans, and further. I will keep my eyes motioningOver your form and gaze, between the stars,Moon, and even the sun when it sets. I loveWith fuel for the fire,As I add the rust,That drowns out…
Due, and overdueFor the delicate kiss, upon a mouthThat gapes with the sighs,Blown free, like seeds off a dandelionIn the month of May. I hold your neck,And I kiss your flesh,Velvet and soft, as it shimmers in the sunrise.I breathe over youThe devotion I’ve been…
With everything that streams From your tresses to your shoulders, As your tresses to your neck, Everything golden about you Is mine for the kissing. With everything not meant to grieve When I am with you. With everything so firm and so amorous Of your…
I’ll not ever neglect to see Beauty within thee, When age has encompassed your form. Time is but the first thing To release itself, from a thing captured. A form captured, in arms, glowing in the sunshine, And from everything else that blossoms, Sprung in…
