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Lynn Greyling Nov 2014
I love you softly,
I love you wild,
I love you with the notions
Of a trusting child.

I love you sweetly,
I love you bold,
I love you as the ancient rites
Are ceaselessly told.
Lynn Greyling Nov 2014
My lips are thine
and only thine
Laced with sweet honey
and blood red wine
taste good sweet kiss exclusive
Lynn Greyling Nov 2014
You watch me all the time
With eyes that see much more
Than the mirror often ever shows.

Softly pleading, watching quietly,
Following the purpose of my actions,
Reading me therein.

You are my mirror,
And my crazy logic
Reflects the recognition in your mind.

You understand what I cannot explain,
You are the beacon in my storm-sea.

When you touch me
You lift me high and slip me away
Into warm oblivion for one long moment…

The clickety-clack of wheels on the rail
Bring to me the reality of leaving behind
A dearness which is irreplaceable,
And unforgettable.
Lynn Greyling Nov 2014
Two people touch,
their lips first brush…
bodies softly sway
in a give and take ballet.

Two people kiss
in a world sublime,
They feel the bliss
beyond the edge of time.

Lovers merge
in tentative embrace…
Then a breathless surge
to an endless space.
Lynn Greyling Nov 2014
How do you resist me
When you know I love you so?
How do you say no
So easily,
so constantly
How do you always go
And just leave me be?  

Are the lies from your mouth
from your heart as well?

The lies that you give me
when you cannot tell
the secrets you guard
the fears you hold
the reason why
your heart is cold.
Lynn Greyling Nov 2014
Don’t ever say
Don’t tell me,
That you’ll never
Love me ever.

Please don’t say,
That you won’t stay
Or be with me
Forever.

I’ll hush you with
My lullabies
And sooth your aching
With my sighs.

I’ll touch your lips,
Caress your cheek
With fingertips
And soothing balm.
Lynn Greyling Nov 2014
When foliage take their leave
From crowning summer branches,
After turning into myriads
Of earth adorning bronzes.
  
Thick and luscious burnished carpet
In rust and gold and richest umber,
Autumn ushers covetous Winter
Into Summer’s glorious slumber.
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