She’s one lonely soul with occasional
Nosebleed, all from the sea-salt of distant
Waves, charmed to weariness by breezes powerful enough
To unfurl umbrellas rolled behind Grandfather’s clock.
She combs her lofty hair seawards, with particles, flimsy and
Delicately grey, tiny and microscopic, storming the sea in their looseness.
She hopes to borrow the strength of the waves
And attract her wayward husband’s lost attention imprisoned
By the west and south seas.
Her letters, before they reach him on the fragrant sails
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You are the silky gazelle of the esteemed paradise
Blazing radiance on me in a blissful beam;
Your daintiness flabbergasts me, so nice
I pray together we become a team.
The fauna and flora, with you I can’t compare
For wherever I go I see your face, my rose;
My love for you daily-multiplies, indeed not mere
For you are the reason I can take this proud pose.
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I saw in her eyes the sallowness of festered love.
My drum had beaten to the resonance of celebration,
Of the deeds of love evaluation.
Her art bemuses me, especially when spoken and
Sketched to the rhythms of assayed hollowness –
Mottled balances echo silently on withered spots,
And the words she cherishes lie way below frontiers of enchantment.
How short my éclat reigned!
And my blood congealed!
Do I lay prostrate to hypoxia?
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January 1st is coming up, and I'm still stuck on that night in July.
You watched the fireworks in the sky, and I watched them from your eyes.
Your arm was wrapped around mine, and even between us were sparks that fly.
Color flushed from my face while my heart pounded through my chest.
All I could hear was the sound of my lungs grasping for a breath.
I would do anything to be in that moment once again, and I would give everything to have more than the title of just friends.
In 7 days, 2025 will begin, but if had one wish to be conferred, it would be to redo that warm night in July on the third.
Instead of re-losing the battle to my cowardice, I imagine my confidence leans in for a kiss.
......
Agonizing anticipation
Just waiting and longing
Tantalizing and mesmerizing
Why must you keep me waiting?
Teasing and empty promises of pleasing
I'm dying!
Yes, I'm dying of thirst
Quench me! I'm impatiently waiting for that sweet taste of nectar
Soft, wet and, oh, so delicious
No, no, not this time
......
She’s one lonely soul with occasional
Nosebleed, all from the sea-salt of distant
Waves, charmed to weariness by breezes powerful enough
To unfurl umbrellas rolled behind Grandfather’s clock.
She combs her lofty hair seawards, with particles, flimsy and
Delicately grey, tiny and microscopic, storming the sea in their looseness.
She hopes to borrow the strength of the waves
And attract her wayward husband’s lost attention imprisoned
By the west and south seas.
Her letters, before they reach him on the fragrant sails
......
Will you sit in in the dim, sleeplessness with me, with our circadian rhythms in sync?
As the warm-toned lamp paints behind printed stories— coated blonde on cream.
Tired yet upright, side by side, until we start to dream. Then hand in hand, wrapped from behind, bound in comfort and security.
Together, could we gaze upon every set that the sun will stream?
Where we dissolve into merely breaths and heartbeats.
From the gravel or grass or dirt beneath our feet, to the tallest skyscraper roof in any city.
Will you rise to each dawn's break and wake endlessly next to me?
So in sync, wirelessly, effortlessly, naturally.
......
66 books lay between us.
Innocent love— it's all that I want.
Fingers interlaced; shoulder to shoulder.
Our feet propped up on the living room sofa.
Ask for permission.
Prioritize your own health.
Be honest. Be ambitious.
Care for strangers— gently relentless.
......
Agonizing anticipation
Just waiting and longing
Tantalizing and mesmerizing
Why must you keep me waiting?
Teasing and empty promises of pleasing
I'm dying!
Yes, I'm dying of thirst
Quench me! I'm impatiently waiting for that sweet taste of nectar
Soft, wet and, oh, so delicious
No, no, not this time
......
Brush—
the graze of your arm,
with intention and love,
woven into a subtle kiss on my shoulder with every stride—
side by side.
Your smile—
how gentle!
Gleaming brighter than the sun.
Warming my heart far greater than heat on my skin in the midst of Tennessee summer.
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