Love is formless
Unrestricted Taking shape of the longing heart, Overcoming barriers of language Unresponsive by Time’s regions. A crawling stream, or Resting ocean With arms outstretched; Manifestation of learning intelligence Flowing from heart to heart This Love desires closeness Warmth from skin as we cuddle, Conversations filling air, my Fingers coming odes through hair Your head perched on bicep Eyes staring into mine. I’m a simple man with simple needs Having you near is my only dream #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva
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You’re safe
Every rising light Within the walls of my embrace Waking Facing your silken skin Placing gentle kisses on forehead; Awaiting to hear Of where you ventured During yesternight’s reverie. (I love When your voice graces my lobes Sharing your inner most workings) Affection lives Within every cells of my being; Every nucleus enclosed membrane Hungers to give you love; Needing to give all of me #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva As evening prepares
Room for waiting darkened sky I stand on land’s edge Contemplating What needs To be done, Brimful with elation of What awaits within orbit; I’ve become one with sand As it swallows ankles Reminding of what’s been promised. Now Is time For rest; Best is yet to come Like rising sun Love’s wings Flare in distant trees. Humbled, I will fall upon knees #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Heaviness
Takes breath hostage Leaving me hollow Lying on back in moist soil Gasping for breath; love. Empty fingers Plucking at nonexistent violin For my lungs Can’t expel carbon dioxide rich air With lingering traces of gin. My love I need you here; To hold me As I piece myself together Your warmth Your smell I need all of it, Today I’m lost amongst the rubble Searching for traces of sun In the dust of rusted stones #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva Consumed with heaviness
Moon closes eyes As she weeps silent love; Her precipitation awaits no approval cooling fragments of longing Bask in its damp embrace As bits of liquid heaven Flutters toward soil Soothing ground Until night returns And the moon can dominate welkin With her delicate fragrance Bathing landscape In sliver paint; Reflecting every bead of residue precipitation Lingering on each blade of grass Hardening into glass Soft within its grasp #NewAuthor#HerScent#HidesintheBreeze#odestoMadamDiva |
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