Poem – “This Rope about your Feet” – Romanticism – 11/25/2020

This life
Holds you against
The fever,
This scorn
Where dust mires you beneath
Shadows above shelter,
Kisses from God.

I wish to love
Without watching you,
Staring across
Guiding tragedies,
Tremoring streets,

Leaving dust to settle
Upon those frozen lips.

Calling lions
To erase the guilt
I have to faith,
Of Heavens stooped in fervor,
Where passion displaces
Sound from travelling sound,
Love from senseless love.

Pointless hearts
Are the case of lovers,
Whose feet slip
More than their hands.

Poem – “Loving Waters” – Erotica – 11/25/2020

Exquisite,
Sublime passageways.
Aching legs
Know which direction
To spread,

Of a horizon’s edge,
To pleasure’s pledge.

Her face,
Sculpted of porcelain,
With ebony wire
Hanging loose,
Draping.
With rivers of black
Cleaning cheeks,

From raven eyes.
I lean.

I lean
For the burial
Of a man’s twisted ardor.
Loving
With an anchor
Upon my back.

There is bliss, here,
Sentenced with the kiss
Straight to disposition.

Hold her head back,
Drain nectar
From her lips.

Leave stains
On her leaking void,
That the dark might birth.

Poem – “A Heart in a Bottle” – Romanticism – 11/25/2020

I yearn
While the moons cross
Hazes upon the misty fields,
To you,
Listening to your heart
With its extended reverberations
To my unforgotten vows.

I hear you
Across the blue
Waves, we’ve come across,
Has been our barricade to an eternity,
In arms.
Is it an empty space
Or our time to speak?

Of loss and requiem,
Come to
Bandage the tears that roam
From East to West,
From pain to loving rest.
Hear to
The hearts that clash together.

Like waves made of our tears,
With movement forged
Of our sighted tension.
Your beauty
Is a begotten paradise,
Made of strolling tresses,
Among eyes that cease me.

Tasting temptation
From scents the ocean leaves,
Blotting our horizons,
As we see ourselves,
In back-to-back reflections.

Poem – “How can we Love?” – Romanticism – 11/25/2020

How can we hold this shelter
High above our heads,
As tears float upon puddles,
While our hearts quake
With the Earth?

Are we to love,
As angels, destined to ignite
Into ashes, into stardust?
How can we
When the pain remains
With our trembling fingers?

You want to say we have lived,
Yet the ruins around us,
Prove otherwise.
Another solitary kiss
Beneath a hazy moon,
Cannot cease the race.

Our hearts against the wind,
Stinging our eyes,
Burning our arms
Where once used to hold us,
When once did shield us.

My love hurts,
Our love hurts,
Sorrows our hearts,
Captures our tears
In the dying embers
Of life in our remembrance
Of fewest photographs.

Poem – “How Quickly we Died” – Romanticism – 11/24/2020

Two shadows,
Facing forward
Now leave a black stain
In the white sand
Upon this crippled shore.

No movement,
No leaves descend
From the cloudless Heavens.
God has lifted an angel,
Has descended a beast.

Our deaths
Have blotted the grains,
As tears come forth
To birth an ocean,
Solid of ebony.

Her face,
Once held in my hands,
Has now been encrusted
With gems of greatest sheen
Of eyes, loving and keen,

Sunken in the shore’s depravity
As death’s shaded gravity.

Poem – “You Love, with Setting Eyes” – Romanticism – 11/24/2020

The dark
In your field of vision
Soars us.
We are as
Stars to this hateful galaxy,
Leaving wishes upon the roaming night
Where space collides with space.

You love
With each song released
From your ink-dipped tongue,
While the black in your stare
Allows us to wander,
Allows us to be aware

To the melting snow

Creating puddles
For our sorry expressions.

I can see the sadness we drop
From noses and eyes.
I can feel our hands closing a chapter,
Loving each word to collapse,
In the dark upon the white,
In the universe upon the starry night,
Wrapping our heads, by a crown.

A crown, with jewels of stars,
As our eyes see the ever-watching
Darkness of forever.

Poem – “Oh, Child in Emptiness” – Romanticism – 11/24/2020

Pule,
He does,
Beside his mother, forever.
Just a cold bed
With his tears turned to ice,
Causing lakes
To roam
For the village’s consumption,
Melting with his dying life,
Fevered by melancholy.

Can she
Hold the winds, together,
With another pair of arms?
She holds him,
A kiss to warm his head,
A face divine as the dust
Atop her shoulders.

Will he
Cry loud enough,
That the world might hear?
A face,
A dying curtain
Leaving majesties behind
With their books as torn carcasses,
Just the dust to fill a void.

They bleed words through their bibles,
Seeding oceans of ebony.

She breaks the bread,
He had sought
From arms, cold to touch,
To speak the crumbs to his mouth
As soft whispers.

Poem – “Oh, Beauty of you” – Romance – 11/24/2020

Lifting your tresses
Against your feeble forehead,
For you have slept in darkness
Away from the kiss.
My love, why haven’t you awakened
With eyes to see mine?
Your face, a sure sign
That something is blind.
A brand for you,
This kiss will be
Upon the blue
Weathering of your eyes.

I press my hands
Against curved shoulders,
Call you against me
To swim among the currents
That race from my eyes.
You are lovely
When you are fragile,
Just a bird without wings
Yet can still fly,

Even needing to cry.

Loving you
Is to love what might die,
What might fall
Like the mirror against the stained floors,
With fragments to cut hands
And feet.
Tasting you
Is to taste the blood upon
All limitless signs of where you belong
In the utmost safety.

Poem – “To Bliss, or to Kiss” – Romance – 11/24/2020

There is a song,
Ghastly and mighty
That draws a scepter to its chant,
A love to which might not rise
With her eyes against the grain
Of a salient sky.
Her hands hold her heart,
While her legs are crossed
Teeming with fruit,
Yet bloodless.

I deny my grief,
As I have begun to sleep
A few moments more
Than ever before.
Worlds have begun to shift
In this eclipse,
Loosening space
Between my tongue
That words might slip
In the harrowing song.

Her beauty
Is a bested one,
A life long gone,
As grief sheds along
Its skin upon the waves,
Upon the creases,
Where I loosen tears to the emptied
Spaces where I knew her, imperfect.
My love is protected
By God, and his navy.

No song of a sailor,
No winds of an ocean
Quitted of a ship by its anchor,
Could deny me this notion.

Poem – “Holding your Hand, in the Naked Night” – Romance – 11/23/2020

Put your lips atop mine,
As vapors twist in your mouth.
Heal your heart, with my touch,
Folding your stare against the wind.
Close your eyes for just a moment,
Allow wind to enter wind,
As love takes shelter in love,
As pain finds humility in rain.

I hold your hand
In the naked night,
Loving you where tears
Have spilled down our cheeks.
We face scenery
We have not neglected,
Though have come to rekindle
For knowledge’s sake.

An altar seals us
As two halves, once parted,
Becoming the slender shape of a candle,
A heated romance in the dark of night.

A blooded pair,
For then we swear
To never let go,
Never release,

This flicker,
This shape.

Poem – “Living and Breathing you” – Romance – 11/23/2020

Place your scars upon the rocks,
Stream your wet eyes against the shore.
Hold your nose close
To breathe the stars
Through your yearning heart.
I want to love what cannot be loved
By the world,
For they have felt you wrong,
As I have made you right.

Take your eyes
To the sun,
Drown them in collapsing oceans,
Wash them in drenched earth,
Comprehend what beauty you hold,
Teeming in the night.

Love can barely collect you,
Yet I wield it, madly.
I open caskets where you have locked
Vainly forgotten secrets,
Truths that are not known
In this wretched world.

Let love touch you,
Soothe you.
Let fallen blossoms
Come upon your neck,
Seeking you,
Making you
A dress in the void
Where all absence becomes presence,
Where each moment, becomes forever.

Poem – “A Farewell to my Father” – Fathers – 11/20/2020

I hold
What seems to be
Time’s cruel carelessness.
A hand that masks itself
Under coats,
Though wasn’t the cold to tremble
His fingers,
But fear.

Age
Wants him to move
To a place
Where a future can prove
Everlasting.
A broken man,
A hollow man
Who stains the air with his stare,
Sunken in sickness.

Love
Moves him to a place
Where slowness breathes for him,
Fading him,
Keeping him in the arms
Of a one who knows to caress
Shoulders that bleed for shoulders,
Swipe tears that yearn for hands
Of utmost comfort.

Tides carry him
Towards seasons of cold,
Where blood can run so old.
To warmth’s remaining concealment
Of a patient son
Who can fold his arms around
His dying father,
Can set him apart from the winter.

To hope’s return
Where ongoing life
Can remain.