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 Sep 2015
brandon nagley
When all else faileth
Let me and thine own amour queen Jane;
Powerfully prevaileth.


©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane nagley dedication/Filipino rose
©Lonesome poets poetry
 Sep 2015
K Balachandran
My beloved night was dense,dark, wavy, soft velvet,
fully naked, moving in rhythm with me,  frenzied, sweet,
we moved heaven and earth to reach the acme of delight,
then flew in to a sudden  culmination,words fail to express,
the day dawned, blazing molten gold,ages were  impatient steeds,
together we rode, gained wings, became transcendentals, sublime
reached that tranquil, trident  blue peak where silence for ever reigns,
we had a deep yearning to sit and peer deep in to each other's eyes,
and see what remains after the last wave returns to the ocean's heart.

Above the emerald mountain,ran a river that fell in to an abyss,
the white foam of it's smile told us, about all we sought thus far.

"Ÿou have reached here in your frenzied search for the elusive
chasing the essence of a conundrum unexplained , cyclic, cryptic"
looking at  us sang a little bird, from a low hanging branch
of the tree of diamonds, that shaded us with it's clear light.
We felt the thousand petaled lotus  bloom within us that moment.

"Day and night are the horses that draw the chariot you ride,
an oasis you'll reach, then  hear stories that would ease your pain
you are in a story that reflects on the periphery of a bubble,
that exists in innumerable worlds simultaneously and hence
none is real, your truth you create,every minute and live"

We are somnambulists, that sit and paint colors in our fanciful dreams,
when we smile the colors stick to our souls till the apparition dissolves.
Won't you long to find out what remains after returning
everything borrowed from the elements....
From where does the essence come and to what it returns..
is the consciousness that pervades the universe  is within me in being
and am I within it when everything visible once(being ) becomes nothing....
 Sep 2015
ryan
I'd like to run my fingers over your words,
I read them with hungry eyes,
And a fatal longing,
To know more about your mind,
Touch me,
and feel,
What you do to me,
Feel me,
and know what I'd do to you,
My hands are willing,
So write me,
When your body,
Is ready to be heard.
#cislunar #catastrophic
 Aug 2015
Niki Elizabeth
Sleepless,
Who would have ever thought someone so sleepy would be sleepless...
Yet laying here completely at ease and relaxed; that's what I am.
Because a second sleeping is a second I don't get to see your face,
Time where I could be telling you I love you
Kissing you, making you laugh.
So here I'll lay sleepless,
Watching you sleep
And wondering what's going on in that pretty little head of yours.
It's said you know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams
You were my dream and I didn't even know it,
Now its my reality
So here I'll lay sleepless,
But forever happy,
In your arms.
I
open Pandora's
box
only to find
Jack's
smiling face.
 Aug 2015
Chris
~

French toast
kisses drizzle
upon me in
maple syrup
shimmers,
coating my
yearning lips
with the sweet
cinnamon butter
*love of you
Good morning beautiful
 Aug 2015
Francie Lynch
When making love
With you,
I've a stroke
Of genius.
Ten words just about sums up my stamina. :)
 Aug 2015
poetessa diabolica
Devoured by the intensity,
  words that quench the soul
an enchanting intoxication - -
    like a spirited ******
      whetting a voracious thirst,  
plunging in for another swallow
   of adoration's satiated ******
 Aug 2015
Jack Aylward
You are here: with me.
With little strokes of fire
With warm *******,
Strong embraces
And kisses like flames
Burnt my lips of paper.
Our hearts are flint
Rubbing together;
Igniting the flame
To the match.

©Jack Aylward,
24/4/08
 Aug 2015
mk
breathless
heart beating
electrifying
silence
you stop
inhale
“I love you”
exhale
I open my eyes
“I love you too”
and the moment
savored
in the dark
for us
to keep
your arms
around me
your mouth
pressing against mine
my body
pulsating
learning
the rhythm
of yours
like waves
crashing
against the shore
so lost
in the moment
so lost
in each other
so lost
in this world
finally finding
one another
summer air
warm nights
I can’t let this end
hold on tight
I want to wrap it
and tuck it away
when the future comes
I will say
I was young
foolish
and in love
and that moment
ah
that moment
was enough
// yesterday was magical; words don't do justice //
 Aug 2015
Jack Aylward
Woman who I love
Your mind is a book of poems,
Your poetry is a romantic window
To my heart.

You whose perfume is rose;
Lavender skin
Of pure naked love.

Your lips I long
To make love to
With my kiss of eclipses,
Of sonnets,
Of Chopin-noctornal
Jazz.

Your curves of sun and moon
I want to caress
With my generous body
As passionate lover.

I feel you.

Your mellifluent tongue
Weaves poetic gaelic songs
In the timbre of ****** voice.

Whose eyes like a forest
Of campanillas
My heart and gaze
Looks deep into;
Waiting for your response.

Your smiles and you're cuteness
Makes me want more.
I smile back.

Woman who I love,
I'm in awe.

©Jack Aylward,
26/1/14
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