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Tafuta Atarashī Nov 2016
The slip of slender silver
that encircles my right ring finger
Tugs and weighs with the weighted
warmth's of love that fills me unabated.
I feel it even when the light metal band
is not resting on the third finger of my hand.
I feel the dear promise of delightful passion
and I look forward to that day of December 10th
With resilient patience
Tafuta Atarashī Nov 2016
Dearest I...
Lovely I....
Wonderous love, try
As I might I can't
Seem to last
When patience is
A part of the equation
And I want you with
No reserve of resistance.
To smell your scent
To drink in the sight,
To burn my fingertips
To taste your high,
Is to want you in every
Single possible manner
And never want to release.
This is why I never want
To ever let you leave.
Tafuta Atarashī Nov 2016
While staring at the distant stars,
We forget the beauty of,
And our necessity,
For the Sun.
Tafuta Atarashī Oct 2016
I love thee.
Your warmth permeates
Throughout me,
And every cell of mine
Vibrates in anticipation
Of the contact of your skin
Against my own.
Indeed my spirit and soul
Tremble and stir with ardor
At your loving and endearing words,
And at your voice,
And the light
Deep but bright within your eyes.
mark
That I love thee
Upon your heart.
Tafuta Atarashī Oct 2016
What's the sound of a
Breaking heart?
It varies I think.
From silence,
To glass shattering.
Harsh words spoken in grief,
Tinged with solemn lonely
As you become an island in
A destitute sea.
It sounds like, a ship with full sails
Departing from shore,
As you figure out that you can't
Stand the confliction anymore
And burn the bridges betwixt yourself
And your friend or significant other.
It sounds like fire,
It sounds like a winter storm thick
With blinding snow
And freezing cold.
It sounds like pain,
And loss,
And discomfort,
And unspoken, weighted words.
It sounds like crashing down to earth.
It sounds like,
"I've been hurt".
Tafuta Atarashī Oct 2016
An artist in love,
I
Write a poem,
Paint an image of,
And compose music,
For that special love.

A romantic, I read
Her letters and smile
And sleeping, dream
That over the great miles
My heart can reach
That one love.

A man, I wait, patient
With God to hold me up
Through time as I spend
Time through downs and ups
Making my way to where I again
Hold love.

And hers I remain,
Through this stretch;
I push on to the day
When I can rest
Upon her heart with
Love.
Tafuta Atarashī Oct 2016
First there was me.
And then there was her.
And now there is us.
And though
The last two are interchangeable,
She is my answered prayer
And love couldn't be better.
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