...Love stories are
sometimes written by romantic regrets
Hands used to hold another
and now they are
empty
collecting dust from broken promises
Words were said
drifted and lost
but the memories remain like
a sliver in the backbone
Chained to the thought of
hopefully
once again
Trying to revive the flame
under the rain as the
soul drowns in sorrow
But like shattered mirrors
they can never tell
the same story
again...

Och, you and your divine shape  
How beautiful you are to me  
  
You drive me wild with want  
I simply cannot master you!  
  
You are oft'times hard to get  
But nary shall I quit you  
  
Tune my heartstrings up a notch  
Fret forever, I try to get it right  
  
You quiver exquisite at my touch  
A ravishing delight to my ravenous senses  
  
Would you GIVE a STAR for my attempts  
Don't over tease my nerves to distraction!  
    
I slave intense o'er you, day and night  
Yes, you're the one with the hold on me  
  
Look at the inevitable shape I'm in  
All 'cause-a you and your curvy shape!  
  
The airline broke your sister's neck  
Yah mon, I cried, mah Lord. I all but died, ha!  
  
Caught in a quagmire of deep distress  
You, my comely cutaway, pegged me up again.  
  
Love to cradle you on my eager lap  
My arms around in close embrace  
  
A gentle, organic creature, such as you  
I dare not grip you hard at all.  
  
My fingertips so acquainted with your girth  
Your rosette rings out my notes with charm.  
  
Enchanting me with deep nuance  
Without trying, she pleases so!  
  
The sole bridge 'tween the world and me  
My subtle love, only my Valencia.....  



S T,  04 Avril 2013