#enrapture
I savor our moments
And long for your touch
It's me you enrapture
I need you so much!
Can't tell you just how
I quiver when you're near
Just need to hold you
And have you with me here
I know I'm missing a
descriptive metaphor or noun
But you just read the words of
this poem where my love can be found.
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
My life's a book
A neverending story
Full of drama
And gore and glory
I invite you to read me
Or be a chapter
I promise you'll lay
Amazed and enraptured
Because not only I
Have a fable to tell
It's surreal and unreal
And would put you under spell
So be my guest
Please grab a corner
Flip through the pages
And stand enamoured
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
I love how the contours
of certain words
are shaped like you;
How I conjure you,
in dreariness,
merely from a sound in my mind.
Simple little flower,
smiling in the sunshine,
face turned beaming toward the sky.
Creased, crinkled nose,
singing softly to yourself,
Searching the distance,
Seeking the next flower to find.
Gliding through a gilded forest, elegant and alluring,
unencumbered by the cares
of the world in which you reside;
Free, and joyfully for it,
and for solitude
and for time.
Radiant and lovely,
eyes dancing all the while.
Graceful as you fall
upon a bed of sullied sheets,
disheveled,
glancing off and back again,
biting your lip as if
to keep it from a smile.
Temptress, trouble, siren singing,
bless me with you gaze,
Caress my troubled, timid soul; enrapture me,
your willing slave.
Yet your spectre still abandons me, and I long for you by my side.
So I call to you at nightfall, and my dreams do so abide.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
She waited in peace as he took her breath away
Stood with her eyes closed as he took her to another place
Somewhere she saw only in her dreams,
She could now feel through his hands washing her clean.
A place inside her that was once evil and rough
He now stands to protect her, defending her love.
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
The human heart is very fragile indeed.
Yes it is capable of holding and exuding such fiery passions as to consume you whole,
Yet can it not be crushed underfoot with a wayward blow meant to push away rather than injure or the sweet kiss of fare thee well from the object of your eternal desire?
Love is not the monster that hides beneath your bed, rather under your sheets where you wistfully dream of your prince, your knight, the girl next door or the **** **********
Love is the creature that hunts for your immortal soul not by night but rather captures and enraptures you in the brightness of day with a single smile and words that only you amongst the billions in this world were meant to hear.
Love is not the answer, it is the question in the truest sense which poets, songwriters and the daft have spent eternity trying to unravel, it is a puzzle without end for the missing pieces lie within us all and can only be found in another.
And the creator in all his glory housed such a curse as a gift within the most fragile of vessels yet we stand shocked witness each time our hearts break.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC