As I sat at my desk,
remembering the water fall
remembering you...
My muse rambled on and on,
I could not stop my words as they folded to you my love ...
My sin...
Showed one more time as I struggled with your touch.
You hid my heart in the winds of your world,
you found the tears on my cheek.
You never asked me what was wrong.
then you were gone,
which makes me cry to find you so unconcerned for my safety,
and so I write.....
But Darling your love makes me melt like rain,
our starving moon that weeps and weeps for our love to be
is lost one more time..
Why don't you love me anymore ...
You kept asking me and wanting my love
I gave you all of me
but the blessing are few unless I am in your arms
That's where the sin comes in
I don't want just a dream,
but your frozen magic that stills holds my destiny
my heart that bleeds crimson magic and even despair
I want your lips that call me princess, baby, my lady ....
Dear love...
I want your love your special touch that finds my soul,
that holds my tears in your eyes,
that kisses my breath in your mouth...
My ******* long for your matador,
and the moon at our backs,
hiding your hands,
holding me in your embrace
with lavender folding around our bodies,
kissing the dew of tears one last time...
Oh darling,
how you rained down on me slowly in poetry
now snow white rays of clarity that shows
that bed of river flowing in our quietude here ...
I love you darling,
oh so much....
Into me you bleed and moan,
our bed is on an edge of gold....
As our love in the rain,
that dropped millions of drops of you,
falling all around my body and kissing my body so new,
holding this side of light with sweet stars so bright ...
Yes those millions of drops of rain,
that falls on our bodies, as your kisses explore,
the image is brought forward in my dreams as I lay so spellbound
forevermore.......
Hello my love,
my darling,
I am curious to see how your heart Is holding up?
Seeing you standing there,
looking so grand in your black suit,
as I watch you... I realize that my tears don’t affect you anymore...
The sound of your breathing don’t become you,
although I know, It was the purest divine love that we had,
that was turning the wheel with divine blessings ...
It was a thousand high souls that night,
that I wrote,
with a million drops of you,
falling like rain between my life and yours.
then I looked at the rays of midnight sun..
Yet you are gone now..
What did I do wrong?
And I still write...*
Debbie Brooks 2014