#idolizationsofaloverscompetence
Interweave a smile into the skin
As the grass caresses a gentle laugh
The trees sway in a careless motion
And the warmth grows anew
A touch of identical emotions
Met between the eyes of curiosity
Embrace the fleeting and turn to run
Bare of material and bear no worries
Without shame to cover the past
Danced in the meadows of folly
Tensed in the present of rested fate
In the solitude that brings peace
Press the grass between the fingers
Hidden in spaces secret to the world
Warmth between the dimming sun
And the breeze of the brightened moon
Told of poetry and sweeter things
Thieves of words and beating hearts
Of pretty damsels, wide-eyed in mystery
Tales of fancies, young and old
True to heart and mind alike
Brazen to brash quotes and lines
Blushed by the rose of fair cheeks
To dream of memories spoken to mind
Is to live freely in the confines of love
© 2007
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Coriander
The recent smell of caffeine
In the empty cup, with her
Teeth marks in the Styrofoam.
Thyme
Crushed with the lemon aside
The stain from her cut is
Nearly gone, yet it never dried.
It's nearly there...
The scent of her skin.
It's nearly there...
As she turns away from me.
P-e-p-Bless you-p-e-r
Spoon against her lips; scolding
Still sneeze on a kiss… sending her away.
Salt
Without the knife parting the layers
While the smell will sting her eyes
Only if she'd wipe the cutting board clean.
It's nearly there...
The scent of her skin
It's nearly there...
As she turns away from me.
© 2007
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
I woke in a dream of her skin
Seven layers of reasons I could not own
When the rain came and splashed on her soul
I spread the colors all around me
I’ve saved the sun for her today
Even though I could not hold it
And spilled it all over her
“Are these the stars that I owe you?”
The stone room she put me in
Still echoes without the windows
The gear box still stutters with rust
I can’t lose time without crying.
I could never find her time
Walking around with my heart full of clocks
And I cheated only with stolen second hand rewinds
I just could not make up for what I had lost.
© 2007
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Strewn across the subtle cheeks of a dawning moon
With fields indifferent, prosaic to the sight
Lie here we, two of unknown
A marketplace amid the glances of the trees
The entice of personal intersections, interlocking fingers
Breathe here we, two of something
The planetary axis which revolves minds
Communications between the satellites' equivalent sight
Exist here we, two of everything
The layers of earthen blankets rest stonework of proof carved
In cradle-craft eternity stars moved in time's untested arms
Forever here we, two of nothing.
© 2007
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC