Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
85 · Jun 13
He gives me to you
Like when flowers dance around in the sun,
They were picked first in a bunch
God knew to bind us together as one

Like when hearts are busy as the days are
Our backs turned to miss the arrows in the dark
God knew not to give you yet from the start

I love we exist in the same timeline
Rather than up in clouds and in cosmic skies
God knew when to give me to you yeah

She’s convinced that some angels
escaped Heaven’s portal
And landed miracles on us mortals,
God knew how to accept these graces

As determined, they soar higher
As a spark sets a fire
God learnt then to let in her desires
82 · Jul 11
Obsessed
I love that you don't get sick of seeing me
I love that you miss me
That you find my smile and feel at peace with it
That you find a home when you feel my presence
I find it hard to believe you’re not obsessed and
That you’ve been sent to teach me to love again
That you carry the will to feel alive again
dedicated to my one and only
You are running around your true self
Why don’t you see He has defined you
From being nothing to something else
Transformed and elevated you
Opens the stage and to act in spirit
Focused greatly on heavenly you sit
Below and earthly
In His armour and protection:
That is his Word, his ways and in this way of perfection
He will breathe in you, a new life
74 · Jul 28
moody eyed
i want to stare at your beauty as i doze
be absorbed by your aura and natural pose
as light forms and dances around your creases
undress your eyes and trace you as it pleases
i'm moody eyed, she's well intense
i wish i could lay next to you, i'm envious
the shadows casting themselves over cheeks
jealous of the sun that ignites your senses
wishing to taste cherry lips, drawn in your radiance
the delight of your rapture
casts a wave over me
a tsunami of emotion,
of pure unrivalled passion
60 · Aug 23
winter writes…
Where would winter lay in?
White sheets with rays of sunlight coming in,
Sinks in sandy skin
Rather than its own silken dew of a morning
Oh how Summer would never envy

How would winter say?
Curses like its cool these days,
Turn its stone of a heart a little soft,
And while you trace the words it haunts
the living hallways
Oh how Fall can relate

Would winter stay?
Like brush strokes of wind across the canvas,
It paints a frostbitten landscape
Grown and buried in ice, paraded and stained
Oh to be like Spring, it wants to bloom out of rain
51 · Aug 11
Presence
Feeling disconnected yet excited
Drifting yet, needed to be anchored to his flame
Yet drawn to him I cast my doubt aside
To feel him is to let go
His aura warm
You awaken, I've missed your glow
The way your neck invites me
I feel his warmth yet chill traces over me
Lonely like desert sky
Like fire and rain,
He draws me deeper in his mystery
So many stories, primal in a way
I study your curves
They love to dance their own rhythm
My mouth drawn to your shoulders
Hold me closer as we slip into our own dreams
Each falling deeper into and more intense
O show me where you need me.
42 · Jul 28
raw shot
trace as light resonates with my
soul rebuilding, so it goes
share with me these treasures
your body surrendered to our art
don't want the flame faded
without fire within, there's just space
desolate
36 · Aug 7
Dear God,
I happen to find and fall for a happy soul,
I ask to change your story of days end, pause time and ignore death and that would be all
I don’t want to question your plans but why on Earth does here feel so condemning?
Are we all just a happy accident you call us living to then die in?
I know I’d want in a guy as surprising as it sounds
Was his soft hands, which has been answered now
I, myself am complete with You, but a genuine man is also complete with a good heart, and that is a win for me and You too
We’re now just two lovers that took a dance to serendipity
Hugging this hunk, like the trunk of a tree
This man of mine treats me right and that’s all there is to love him, see
If this trunk of a tree bears the right fruit, I ask you to bless him
throughout all the growing, the nurturing and what is to be and will be known

— The End —