#cypress
_Me,
Standing
Underneath
A swamp cypress
******* at an orange while the rain falls
~
Tacky fingered and smelling of citrus
T-shirt front stained
Warm with juice,
I taste
You._
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 3:13 AM UTC
Among the Cypress
Portal to an untouched world
Where life reigns Supreme
Mar 19, 2021
Mar 19, 2021 at 12:39 AM UTC
I loved your cypress-eye from the old days,
And the glance who was shy from the old days.
Eyes of emerald were scratched by the world,
And I can't see its cry from the old days.
Your lips and voice remained the same delights,
Yet lack the smile and sigh from the old days.
The blush became white, the giggle a nod,
I don't get that reply from the old days.
The game of love has no rules anymore,
No coin, no card nor die from the old days.
Each thing from the past becomes desirous,
Both the truth and the lie from the old days.
Mâhî, lets get all our old friends back here,
Our own style lets apply from the old days.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:48 PM UTC
my desire
thwarted Kition
by wharf
that pruned
their garnishes
and the
outing did
plait round
their Phoenicia
that Jezebel
lured bounty
with her
beauty and
Cypress lament
Alexander's army
that fought
war almighty!
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
THE cypress trees there translate
season into color.
A line of boulevards for guests like
me: a hungry one.
I may know what it is
they plan.
Splash and swish. Sweet. Ripples and
breezy. Lyrical.
After the song I used to remembered
and always wanted to hear.
I may know what it is
whispered the water to the wind.
Jul 25, 2017
Jul 25, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
A cypress tree.
She lives in the shade;
She Radiates sounds
Voracious with fresh.
It conveys what my skin
never been
Exposed to. I'm green,
Much greener than slim
Of the evergreen shape.
Is it sinful to crave
For a nap at her lap
Or to merge
With the scent of her sweat?
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
When I view our love
in retrospect
all I can see is the lush
of roses-
the sunflowers are filled
with luminosity
and the fragrance drives me senseless.
But when I view our love
in this very moment
all I can see are thorns
in what were once roses-
all the sunflowers radiate
are darkness
and all I can smell
is the scent of
cypress.
-m.j.a
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC