your name...

the road may call your name
but i still whisper it
on nights of golden moon

i keep it in my box
of things that mean the most
and take it out at times

to hold it to my lips
to savor it once more
as if each time the last 

and in my heart i sing
loves sweetest song to you
the one that calls your name

so i can whisper it
on nights of golden moon
 
so i can whisper it

[thank you JTB]

i came to you...

it is true

i came
to you
freely
willingly
i came
knowingly
seeking all
fearing not the fall

wanting the core
needing more
of your nectar
your sweet elixir
fly me through the night
take me to your light

the light of darkness...

into
the darkness
shut out
the day
leave that
world behind
weave your way
through my skin
into my heart
where time
stands still
unfettered
untethered
where
darkness is
the beacon
guiding me
lighting
the path
to you
to us
to our time
our world
the world
of darkness

do they?

do your eyes 

glimmer simmer 

at the sight of her
 

does your pulse 

quicken thicken 

like sweet sugar syrup

at the thought of her
 

do your hands 

confess caress

her steamy smell 

on your chest

as they do 

mine

the fern...

all those words
unspoken
voiced
in your smile

flowing
gently
out
like the lofty fronds
of a lush exotic fern


i
kiss
them
all
in
return

~ PLEASE DON'T MISS TODAY'S OTHER POST BELOW ~

a taste of the impossible...

once she had tasted him

how could she return

to the ordinary

it 

was

impossible

the poem...

he was

no longer there
no longer with her
no longer a part of her
now gone forever
forever lost
no longer in her life
how could life exist at all
without him
could it perchance

a dream have been

but no

neither a dream for if so

she could will herself

never to awaken

instead she was lost

left alone

as if he had died

no longer existed

no longer a man

now forever gone

he must

   have been 
a poem

my liquid song...

i sing myself a song of you

from flowing words and liquid notes

a song in which our lives are one

and our true love is sung aloud

frozen dreams...

i carve myself

a dream of you

from frozen time

and steamy thoughts

a dream in which

the world is ours

and love need not

be slept away

uncovered keepsakes...

things kept
things covered up
keeping things

one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine

once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day

things i kept
as i wept

pieces of mine
pieces of time

threadbare thoughts
kept for naught

a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn

a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead

a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed

things i keep
while i still weep

these are the keeping things
things covered up

keepsakes 
for my heart’s sake...

~ please don't miss today's other post below ~

can't you see...

can't you see

all that is good in me

i see in you

we are one-no longer two

you are that part of me

i always longed to be

can't you see...