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the boat pierced the grey mist
and her eyes were misty

it has taken us twenty years
to be on that green island
to dig up the time
she glowed like a butterfly
and I shivered from her touch

her hand is ripened now
but that time
still hanging in the air
unleashed a wildness
froth from which
spilled into two children
chasing butterflies.
Sabuj Dwip (Green Island) on the confluence of the rivers Bhagirathi and Behula; 1996, 27.11.2016; 1 pm.
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Pinup girls swinging from the trees
Rosy cheeks and shiny knees
Flickering lights behind my eyes
Rolling clouds hanging in the sky
Closing my lids to the sweet respite
Beautiful euphoria sweeping through the night
Twinkling stars burning up in light
Lovers basking in the moon's delight
Cotton sticking in my throat
Like the words I never spoke
Dragonflies humming above the pond
Fleeting notes of lovers song
I feel the nerves beneath my skin
Alive and buzzing from the warmth of winds
Kissing collarbones with empty lips
Like it did when we were kids
Bees crawling up my neck
With fragile wings and dainty legs
I dreamed I was the queen of them
Proctecting me in the face of death
There is nothing quite like the feeling
Of having security, in love,

You always know where you stand
Whenever push comes to shove.

An infinite ocean
With no shore in site,

A beacon of guiding light
On the darkest scary night.

A rainbow that magically appears
To brighten a mentally hard,
Exhausting, challenging day,

A radiant, glowing sunshine
To keep you warm - come what may.

An umbrella
To keep you dry
Whenever bad weather may arise,

An abundance of pure love
Reflected from the most trusted eyes.

A tender loving embrace
That speaks volumes
Saying "I'm here,
I completely understand,"

Knowing that you will always have
A strong hand to hold
Whenever you feel all alone,
Or if you ever feel like your sinking
In quicksand.

There is nothing quite like the feeling
Of having security, in love,

A blessing,
A precious gift
Sent from Our Merciful God,
Up above.

By Lady R.F ©2017
sweet chloe have you tamed that pretty bird,
as light as southern breezes on your arm?
how many hours have you beguiled and heard
your sparrow sing for you with graceful charm?
my poet's pen falls restless to the ground,
my fevered mind can find no peace today,
for all you do is praise his lilting sound
and pay no heed to anything i say.
great neptune throws his trident in despair,
apollo breathes, his tresses filled with fire
and i am left with solitary care
for jove cannot bring comfort with his lyre.
i do not wait forever at your door,
the burdened ocean storming to the shore.
written as if it was horace writing the poem.
FRENCH KISS
Such buttery lips
Sweet cream-silks, wrapping our tongues,
Je patisserie.


Le VALENTINE
Red rose and sweet prose
Cyrano DeBergerac's
Moonlit balconies.


DESIRE
Burning in goose flesh
Yearnings with caldera-thirst
Your kiss is like rain.


DEBONAIR
Dean in gabled suits
Eloquent body, jazz-smooth
Sweeps her off her feet.


METEOR SHOWER
Friday night space lights
As we caress the hours
Streaks across the sky


ORIGAMI
The creases of us:
Tales of dragons and white ships
Neatly folded sheets.


VEGAS WEDDING
Romance thru sun roofs
"Hallelujah" honeymoons
Marriage number two.


BON VOYAGE
Like wide sails that cup
The high winds of this marriage
I'm at Love's mercy.


NAPE
*Warm whispers my lips
Down smooth meadows of your neck,
Sweet familiar bed.
Collect my broken pieces
off the floor,

Gather my tired soul -  
unlock my heavy heart's door.

Hold me tight
and never let me go,

Lift me high
whenever I feel low.

Protect me from the sources
of my anxiety,

Let me dwell within your heart -
my soul's only safe and secure society.

Fold me
into your warm embrace,

Cocoon me--keep me forever safe.

By Lady R.F ©2017
there are places words cannot go
deep  ravines of bitterness
broken hearts
caverns buried beneath human souls
there are souls places words make amends
true feelings sweetnesses
cloved hooves
batteries of soul most worthy
of gallant meanings
the most over stated comparisons
soul lifting paradoxes
grand statements
it is between that is so barely
ever stated waking up
again . washing dishes
chore like memes
and daily activities,
the world spins round
either way
it just spins slower,
sometimes
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