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Jack Aylward Aug 2015
Broken, bent with words
Crippled with bad illusions
Approached by still dreams

©Jack Aylward
  Aug 2015 Jack Aylward
Chris
~

This morning drifts
upon scattered leaves
as tiny raindrops
fall the eaves
from clouded form
in shades of gray
when sunlight hides
its shine away

The flowers droop
of garden share
neath willow branch
and dampened air
with spider webs
in woven strand
mosaics draped
across the land

And sparrows lie
in huddled rest
on folded wing
within their nest
A dreary day
of tempered mist
when colors found
are darkly kissed

Yet as I gaze
into your eyes
my thoughts begin
with azure skies,
sweet buttercups
of golden glow
in meadows green
their petals flow

Of butterflies
and bumblebees
like rainbows float
through emerald trees
For every beauty
there might be
I find them when
you smile at me

So bring the rain
and gloomy faire
For in my heart
I shall not care
As all my days
begin with you
and there is not
*a better hue
Good morning beautiful
  Aug 2015 Jack Aylward
Carolin
My hands and
fingertips as
poetry across
your skin* ~
  Aug 2015 Jack Aylward
Carolin
I'm finding my heart
using your hands.

Healing my scars
using your love.

Lighting my dark
with all of your
sparks.
            
Reading the
words trembling
off your
tongue.

I'm following the
map that's stretched
over your skin and
bones.

While tasting the
honey dripping
from your voice.

And listening to
our hearts hum
the same melodies
from within* ~
  Aug 2015 Jack Aylward
Carolin
Bodies coming together
in a dance of flesh and
bone. Bodies craving
one another the way
people crave luxury
and sitting on the
throne* ~
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