#wilder
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*Nascent love blossomed
hidden amongst
the lazy river's
moonlit summer vines
as we swam blissfully,
stark naked as we are,
drowning in a dulcet river’s spilled wine
Burning rapture garnered somewhere
in the starlit goosebumps shine
sensual healing released like spindrift
from every breaking wave;
splashing impassioned ecstasy
within passion suffused sighs
The cadence of our moon shadow's dance
reveled in the midnight reign
enslaved by an insatiable
stardust rhapsody,
unshackled lovers set free,
entangled beneath the jealous stars*
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Looking for the answer
I can see it clear as day
Hidden behind words left unspoken
Hoping jilted memories just fade away
Cast my smoldering ashes hither
Steal away with the gypsy wind
Roll away life etched in stone
Scatter silenced reverie far afield
**“The hardest thing in life is letting go
Of what you thought was real”**
© wild is the wind
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
feral as the untamed passion
of the soul
Unrestrained murmurs
seep out into ether vastness
pleas of an abandoned heart
A howling silence bears a merciless ache
heedless to the rampant storm
This silent reverie --
but muted amends.
For in shameless longing,
the furor a deserted heart,
thrums onward, unrequited,
wafting in the wind song’s serendipity
Wild as the winged wanton breeze
Oh chilling winter winds of change !
Come lay me down ;
as if I were the windblown
golden fields of summer
down to the ground … down to the ground
cast aside some unnoticed countryside
Smugly indifferent,
restless to rise up untouched,
where seeds of wild hope
once thrived
defy gravity
in the wind swept aftermath
a thwarted sweet surrender
© wild is the wind
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
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*The tender Willow leaves whoosh softly
with the fickle cherry blossom breeze
Painting the colour
these inevitable days ,
the fragrant scent
of springtide
No longer holding back
the dreams from deep in a heart
waxing gibbous ,
the unopined moon
rose up over an unwritten poem
painting hues with words
shaping the shadows of its song
into a musically dappled tableau
stroked by the tickle of poignant whispers
waft from the veritable roguish winter nadir
― a latent and longing heart
― beneath
a sky full of stars*
✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩
wild is the wind
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Cottonwood flurries gently lilt
like the impending summer's dandelion wishes,
before lightly descending wistfully
under the weightiness
of the morning coastal mist
The nearness of the blanketing stillness
is now so much closer than the sky
I can see clearly now
where all my shadows once dwelled
So nigh, this echoing silence at hand,
it firmly grasps a weighing loneliness
left drowning in the waning grandeur
of fading dreams
The poignant pang
of the dawning of the day;
nature’s soul stirring
silent manipulation
A conscious moment,
always rousing the potential
to evolve into a beautiful thing
. © April 2016
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
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*The sensual caress
twilight mist impearled flesh
alighting a feral desire
within blossoming spring petals
The newness of uncovered skin
a sweetness on unsated lips ,
the taste of passion and salty *******
with hastened breath
sighs do brush with warm ****** breeze
across my naked chest
wild feathers sweeten
tender touch
... emanating
sensual awakenings
Arousing buried desires
unable to hold back
constant cravings
the inevitable currents
pummeling shameless floodgates
with arising untamed springtides swell
Fleshly enslaved yen --
energy sprouts tingling sensations
nascent buds blossoming deeply
flourishing exploding flames
bursting flush
... deliciously white hot
In an unstoppable carnal moment
passion betides
like the surging sea ;
Rising and falling crescendos
unleashed waves crashing ,
drowning in the rhythmic undertow
interlaced bodies heaving adrift in the moment
like entangled seaweeds
in a riptide
as the rolling thunder storm
dances across invigorated tides
with a surging cadence of cresting waves bloom
caught in the Rhythm and the Sea*
✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
We danced to the river’s song every summer’s moonlight
drawn together by impassioned currents stir
Lovers swimming in dulcet waters cleansing flow
washing the sweltering day’s memories away
to paint on the moment, beneath a sky full of stars
Cinnamon summer hues glistening colour
moonbeams ricochet off goose-bumped flesh
Trembling warmth rippling through shivering passion
arousing all our secret places,
pulsing wildly, with a feral potion
racing through our veins
Tasting summer love’s awakening appetite
blissfully sharing what was ours forevermore to keep
Twilight colored your eyes
with the songs we never knew
Crickets chirrup to a cadence
only raging hearts beat to
sating a restless ache, sweet nights of summer bliss
Quenching a budding common thirst,
whispering in blissful harmony
only revealed in the cattails' purr along river's edge,
swaying with a rhythmic summer breeze
We went down to the river every summer night,
making love with stardust in our eyes;
set free like shooting stars,
setting fire to the heat of the night
wild is the wind
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
although we may not
physically reach out
and feel , hand to hand ,
across far distant dimensions - -
Poetry is touching souls
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Moonflower petals secreted nectar
the lovely sublimity of blossoming flower
Tall, thin~stemmed , pastel flesh~
bud to open
only after nightfall
An elicit echo
the way moonlight reflects
on warm raindrop
impearled *******
Her moist curvaceous silhouette
night~blooming lilt
with summer breeze
dulcet sway
Window open ,
sultry , and raining in
single delicate petal cast off
like a party dress fallen
in a beautiful mess
upon the rain puddled
wooden floor
Entrancing shadow cast
a pleasing taste
the flower’s exotic fruit
Satiate the hidden hunger
mirrored within
all – devouring
deep brown eyes
Writhed in the beautiful
passion throes
the naked sweetness
of the wanton agony exposed
✩ ✩☺ ✩ ✩
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 7:30 PM UTC
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*Come swim within this restless silence
the raging river deep within beckons
the cadences we hear
are the heart's untamed waters overflowing ,
eroding this heart's shorelines ,
leaving the thrummed edges wild
prevailing currents swelling ,
no longer able to be contained
within the soul’s boundless margins
impatiently lost and lovely ,
faithfully dangerous
I’ll be your ocean and you my sky--
feel the calming tide
flood in around us ?
I've been swimming in circles ,
treading water
in an eddy of revolving reverie
waiting for the world to turn ;
fighting to release the swirling currents
meandering through
the shadowed places so deep within
how does it feel to be the sky
that bestows ocean's light ?
how does it feel to be constantly on my mind ?
... what a beautiful piece of heartache*
✩ ✩☺ ✩ ✩ ... ©
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:43 PM UTC
*though weary be
this shapeless loneliness,
knowingly held
in love and light,
doth casts in stone
the shape of hope
where there once
was naught*
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
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*she stood barefooted
and feeling so beautiful
staring out
the frosty
daybreak window
visible breath ,
enslaved by a kiss ,
a clouded waft
exhaled
between chapped lips ,
as smeared tracks
of dripping freshwater pearls
slide down the little pane glass
the downward trickles
stirring tingling goose bumps ,
pushing out
blossoming
fighting gravity ,
as the chilled air spills
upon
sleepy toes
and naked smiles
enigmatic eyes
penetrate through
the beclouding
sighs released
passion wanes gently
with night’s fleeting shadows ,
the sandman still lingering ,
yet gazing shamelessly
at intimate breaths visible rouse
starry eyes recycling blind hope
like the lightly arising steam ;
the glistening
frost heave’s sparkle
just outside the window ,
where the dawning light
a single morning sunbeam ,
enkindles a renewed shine
aglow
tantalizing
untamed diamonds
burgeon like splendor
faceted dreams* ...
Wild is the Wind
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC
*The sky is falling
with the New Moon’s rising tide
Amorous emotions are flailing
with rhapsody’s flooding desires
A fleshy sigh exhaled
the hot breath of carnal tensions;
the heat of a lightheaded fever,
arouses flushing skin,
igniting a yearning to savor
the bouquet of love’s
sensual coquettish dreams
Inraptured teases and tantalizes
anticipation’s lucid sensations
So close and yet so far away ,
as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight
were at the tip of fingers touch ,
from arm’s length away
Savoring the input
from all the heightened senses
Overwhelmed by a feeling
like being wrapped in a dream ,
choosing not to listen
to sanities' useless reality
Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -
to the verve of blissful mercy
Only while waking up,
embracing the thoughts
of passionate release,
do I feel the poignant pang
of my heart's song
longing to fade into you …
"dance me to the end of love"*
wilder
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
silence is a telling voice
gentle hearts do hear
with hush of bated breath,
as season’s end,
inner tides grow low
longing eyes whisper
in wordless tears
the passing of love
grown cold
raindrops taste
like wistful tears,
without the ache
when your sky comes falling down ...
wild is the wind
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
Looking for a silver lining
every time
it turns out wrong
Weighing reasons to believe
looking for an
un-lost heart to behold
Seeking a golden skeleton key
that unlocks
the secret garden’s
velvet gate
Feeling the deep ache
of cold and lonely
on a golden autumn morn
Walk along the garden pathway
follow me down
the wooded pensive trail
See the reflection in the wishing well
looking wistfully back
unbidden eyes' do tell
Feeling never enough
like a pearl-less oyster’s
empty shell
Tripped and fell another dawning
trying to come in
out of the storm
The only silver lining
betides the moment,
***sipping words
of hopeful waters
from your well ...***
wild is the wind
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Wizards, witches, and warlocks
Charge nurses really,
Isn't that ionic
And yes I really do think
Much more intelligentsia than wet nurses
But everything has a time and place
Expressionless Gene
Wilder
And warlords destroy beauty and intelligentsia chasing a lost or stolen dream
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC