The sea speaks of longing
Songs from lost navigators
Echo in the cadence of dreams
Stowed half-known within.

Perhaps the rain has made it so;
Slanting across vague light
Recalling a memory of itself
Having fallen there before.

Desire is that wind somewhere
Blowing the hair from your eyes
Agitating damp leaves away
From a child's tree-house.

Only the dreamless forgo
The pain of things that will never be
As stars give out their grave glitter
In otherwise boundless dark.

**** frost's barbwire grip on branches
glitters in the scathing glare,
I wondered how I could see you through the blue sky,
but there you are
breathing like a dragon,
heaving heat into my heart
from the centre of your lucent sun;
We, close enough to burn (again).

I lean to kiss your pulsing lip.
Only, you turn away... cold,
indifferent.
Hard to tell
in negative degrees
why you came here with me.

And as snow begins to fall (again),
dusting hair
caught as flecks on eyelashes,
eyes specks of blue, sparking
wild... fiery,
You disappear in white:

                   Always easy to deny
                   the season's change
                   when you linger in a past.

Come summer,
I still remember the taste
of your sweat upon skin,
your scent sensually
fast in clefts of flesh,
or hung in hair...
Remembered that taste on lips;
There, I alone once permitted to kiss.


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­By Data © Sept. 2024

Morning thoughts of you roses full of dew
gardens full of summer love, sweet romance  
here inside your arms we rebirth brand-new
like the morning sun when it starts to dance

Aborning sunlight cortef hours .... loved,  
like the pied colors of a rainbow burst.    
Glancing tinted shades two petals englobed
to the loving hands of time, we come first.

Inside this garden youthful hours of truth
reborn like the seasons we live nonetheless
despite of the winter mulched in vermouth
we pair up nicely, ... to nature's headdress

Morning blushes her cheeks and we turn right,      
like airborne angels, at the cusp of night.