i.

Settle me down
Tuck me in;
Kiss mine cheek
Put me to bed.

ii.

Closeth thy lid's
Then I'll closeth mine;
Goodnight mine Jane
Seeith thee in the morn'

iii.

Goodnight
O' here cometh the sun;
Awake, awake,
Mine chosen one.


©Brandon nagley
©lonesome poets poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedication ( pookie)

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose

Take my hand and come with me
Racing hearts and butterflies
Underneath a willow tree
Embracing love with starry eyes

Losing ourselves to the night
Overcome by passion's flow
Visions of love in moonlight
Enamored under tender glow

Freebie's are not
Me, I'm a hardworking
mujer. I take what I can
Get, I give my heart from
What I bet, I leave past behind
And do forget, the crime's of other's
Of fateful mess, but I do my best if
Someone else don't like, it's OK I'm
Fine, I'll be alright, because on when I
Shine, I will pass the other's who do not
My heart was broken long ago, now it's better
I've grown some, I have lost a little, gained some.
Tossed a light extra baggage to the side, sweet twenties,
For some a year for parties, nightclubs and the fake life.
Twenties for me is ballerina and me, my daughter, and I hope
To be somebody's wife.

Love is a principle
Not an emotion,
Feelings are too flighty
On which to base your devotion.
Love flutters
She’s a butterfly to catch your attention
With net in hand,
She defies comprehension.
Labels are helpful
But they never stick
Try reading her palm,
But it’s only a trick.
So I live in limbo
Confused and never knowing
I see her there,
Is she coming or going?
If I stop thinking
It all feels right
I’ll let myself go
And melt in her light.

fear
shall
look upon
the
double face of
the mirror
when
the soul
is near

Sometimes
before you arrive
I imagine the drive
the dusty winds
roads blown sand blind
the breath hot desert
red upon your back
the drown of dripping sweat
a mirage, a swimming lake
an oasis, of mind escape
how you travel as saguaro fields fly by.

I met my soulmate. She didn't.