Poem – “In Arms, Forever…” – Romance – 12/11/2019

Together, and now
When we will allow
Ourselves, to spit upon the blight,
The doubt,
That held us back,
There is green upon the leaves, when autumnal frost still cakes them.
I am in belief, that this love will flourish, with a crown of blood droplets,
Rubies, tears from the form,
And sapphire, tears from the face.
We are together, in arms, forever…
To bleed upon the world, what we worship.

We are blooded and tearful,
Made for the caresses, in a thousand waterfalls.
We stand in an idle position, never to suffer, again,
Love makes us apples and pears,
Adorned in the sweetest honey.
Breasts, for wielding,
And a form for tasting,
Is yours, as mine, at the command of my fingertips
And tongue.

Where will your beauty flourish,
Upon the next arrival of another day?
Perhaps in the many spaces we gather buds,
And petals, having sprouted
From the soil of a field,
Within your mind, a place once a virgin, high above
Near your brow?

Love forms a wedding for our joy.
Death will not disavow a memory which we employ.
We stay among the highest embrace,
With tears and sapphire, blood and rubies.

Poem – “Your Little Desperation” – Romance – 12/4/2019

With one wicked remark
By your feathered tongue,
A lightness in your voice,
To soothe me,
Down into unwarranted pain.
And the sting comes upon my arms,
And my legs,
And my neck,
Is enough to be drunk.

I would call this pleasure,
Were the levels not so different,
Between yourself and me.
And were our faces not so different,
Of your own and my own.
I am sickened,
By your taste,
By your voice,
Of it all, each thing you say is fear.

Your little desperation,
To say I should return,
For a pathetic friendship,
Will grieve me,
Grieve me,
And grieve me, ever-more.
I beg you to lie there,
And see what I’ve felt,
As I offer lash after bloody lash.

Poem – “The Bird without Wings” – Romance – 12/2/2019

Upon thy broken and velvet back,
There is a tiny frailness,
A little bird without wings,
It sits, while I sit, and I paint,
To see what I’ve always envisioned,

A woman with eyes like onyx stones
Within a lake of sapphire,
And a face of pure porcelain,
Dotted with freckles like leaves in another lake
Of immaculate white milk.

But, the bird atop your back,
Has no wings.

It attempts to flap mere stubs,
And cannot fly.
What freedom does it possess?
Is it your pet?
Is it your child?

The poor frailty
Of that little bird,
Causes my tears to be my paint.

I drain blue to the canvas,
And turn what is painted to be a white back,
To a blue one.

And to yourself, I reach my head,
When I lean forward after I’ve raised
Myself, from this horrid chair.

And I lay a kiss,
Upon not you,
But that bird.
Your face appears startled, a vision of fear,
A vision of confusion,

Love is in my eyes,
Not for the one I’ve painted,
But the one I’ve pained for,
My love, my beauty with eyes of green,

Who do I love? Who have I seen?

We have been lovers a long while,
But, that bird! That bird!

Erotic Poem – “Loosely-Drawn Curtains” – Romance – 11/25/2019

And kindness,
Smooth pages like the silk upon a bed,
A place, as well,
Where softness gently swells,
In some core of a woman’s bosom.
Like two golden apples,
Those breasts were wielded.
Like two pillars of marble,
I have seen the highest, standing legs.

And I’ll lay you down,
To where the ocean’s ripples are the calmness,
Until we create a storm,
And make the world know our presence.

I’ll kiss, and kiss, again,
Your sweet and delicate form.

Love will be our curse and our blessing,
From each ecstatic sigh you release.
And I’ll come through to thee,
To offer worlds you’ve yet to see.

I am the rock upon which
Your wet and gliding body
Laps against.
Sadness is yet behind us,
Where we left it.

Are you here, where we will stay?

Poem – “Pour your Distant Stare into Me” – Romance – 11/24/2019

Here are glimpses for the world’s most benevolent,
And you have a face that would make the Earth,
Lean forward to kiss its heavenly smile.

Allow ocean to meet ocean,
And sorrow to die away,
In all we know of each other.

Your stare is but two visions apart,
And I know not which,
To put my own glance.

Hand me it, the stare that would end all terror,
In the smallest moment,
Blue and blue, like two seas to drown me into hope.

Like two of Neptune’s spawn,
I wish to be unlike the creation of Bacchus,
Never to anymore, drown in its wine.

Kill me with your blue,
Blow me a great kiss towards my stormy soul,
And make me glad I met you.

Poem – “Our Love Beneath the Waves” – Romance – 11/23/2019

Of flame to forge,
A love to dance upon waves,
And swim beneath currents.
You carried the most heated words,
And breathed them upon my naked guilt.
Of all waters to swallow
The buildings of Heaven,
Structures meant to collapse,
At the slightest movement
Of a love unmeant to die.

You died,
Because I spoke words without leaves,
Without the spring to renew it.
Now you have fallen with screams and cries,
Stuck in your throat.
As I beg for your unleashing
Of words now with coldness,
You are not in refusal,
But do burn in the waters,
You do burn in the ocean.

Our love,
Was constructed of life.
And now as the tides come racing
Upon my mind,
I show emotions from my eclipsed heart,
For a moon has made its way
Over the sun,
And raised the ocean to meet its pale hue.
When I find you, alone, without the kiss,
Love shall drown out of the picture.

Poem – “The Loss of Ivory” – Romance – 11/23/2019

I buried thee in a grave,
For my failure to simply save,
The conditions that plague your feeble form,
The additions of all terrible inconvenience,
A body crippled to be
Every page of our shared tragedy.
Love is now at its knees,
Calling me down to see,
What is only a belief.

I cannot truly accept,
Your loss from myself,
Here I kneel as though to propose,
And only death is before myself.
Would Death perhaps accept the rose,
The rose, or perhaps the ring?

Would Death marry this woeful heart,
And keep despair always away?
How would Death,
Do this,
When you are Death?
A woman, now a skeleton,
Now a structure to form a museum,
Both of inward and outward,
The structure of pillars,
And the structure of artifacts.

You have sullied yourself,
Before the very man,
Who gained only because you have waned,
Freely from this horrid life.