Alliteration
of your name
is like
a poem.
It coos and cranes,
it makes me
feel sated
with cheeky bells on.
It makes my soul
feel quenched
when I sing it out
when you don’t show up.
I want to slide down
the lines
of your name
like it’s
a poem.
Give me a Zaza,
not a Zizi;
almost a Zissou,
never a Vossy.
For somebody, those are
the lines of truth,
but yours is a love oath
and the breeze
to me.
And I feel so jazzy!
It takes all of me
to give it away
back to you
for free.

Have you ever missed someone so much?
That you play their favorite song on loop.
This love is really something you can never undo,
The melody of the song, it lingers through
Etching our memories to the air;
Memories of us hand in hand in the same road…
I open my eyes and you are no longer there.

I play your favorite song to remember you
Every note and word pulls me closer
I feel you so near to me for a moment ;
but then I open my eyes and
the silence reminds me you are gone!

I see the reflection of us;
When we were so lost in the melody
Hands in each other’s, spinning slow
Running, dancing, so breathless with joy
never thinking we’d have to go.

I know you are not here, but your smell;
It still lingers in the air,
in this song, in every sigh
Time can never take your memories from me, my love,
You live in these songs that make me cry.

A thing called love- you used to say
And
Nothing is so sharper than goodbye…
I know you are gone and may be you’ll never be back…
But I’ll always always keep you near…
in this song in my heart that will never die.

Can a Love song be used twice?
I love you’s and the reminiscent blues,
do the rhythm and blues remember the
ones you loose ?

This reminded me of you.
I use the lyrical hues
of this fine tune to put into words my feelings for you.

Expiry date.

Can a hummingbird still sing
when your number no longer rings?
I wonder
Nat King Cole’s somber stardust melody still
haunts my reverie.

Can I really vow to another with the words I solemnly devoted to my past lover?

As seasons change
so to does my musical range.
Yet a love song , is still a Love song.

To my future love,
at times my hearts desire cannot create words which quantify that;
of a lyrical tune and a lyre.

A Love song.
Love in the present.
Beyond the fond memories of things the lovers dreamt,
Love remains in all things spent
within life’s timely symphonies.

I don't know if you are one for me
I don't know if I am the one for you
But this time I feel so right
So I will just go with the flow

The glass stands here
in the lee of the rattle;
the sun's yellow syrup erupts
into this bottle-breeze;
I will signal to you
in the ways you understand;
I will be your silver armor,
your lance and pennant.