Two lovers canoodling in the woods along the path whilst I run past,

They, embarrassed, disentangle

Having canoodled my way into conundrum so many times, and wishing that I'd known that which I now do,

I would love to tell them to not
let
    go,

instead, (hold tighter still)

For I am but a stranger, anonymous, fleeting, passer by

And there are far too few moments of (embrace)
in dappled morning sunlight  breath
                                       Beside tall oak trees,
to let a few
            foot
                 steps create, so much alarm so as to
lose each
other

I would tell them

when beauty's found, no matter where,
hold on, gaze fixed-and-deep
into its eyes, and declare
that this life time, there will be no interruptions;
steadfastly defend the moment;
ignore all else that beckons,
as so much will
phantoms all
and take arms against that which would otherwise intrude

No passerby, or gilded path should draw you from this place,
this
depth

you must not allow that to come to pass

For, in the final accounting, years from now perhaps, the two lovers will lament having disregarded a moment enraptured, for but a passerby -

I would love to tell them all of this,

but I’ve long since run passed them,

just a passerby

We were making love.

And when we finished,
you stuck your head
under those blue covers
and told me to come
for you. And I came
and penetrated your
fortress and canoodled
your chest as you
planted pecks on my
forehead. Then we
rested, and I told
you of the next best
thing on television
and you told me of
the book you were
reading. We talked of
the news though that
changed quickly. And
you mentioned the
first time you made
out with someone was
with a foreign exchange
student named Klaus
at a homecoming game.

You looked into my
eyes with your bright
limes and asked, “Do
you remember the first
time we kissed?” And
I could not recollect
and you giggled and
said, “Oh, don’t bother,
just forget it.” I
regret I still can’t
recall. But ever since
that November, that
car crash in the fall,
I remember that day.

I remember the way our
stinky, moist bodies
melted and molded
together under those
blue covers, and I
remember what I knew
of you. And after my
tears dry, and I have
swiped the dust, I
admire the night
through the window.

I can still smell you
on my pillows, and I
hold on to your warmth.

Your warmth.

Das dunkoff deliberately drafted dis **** daffy drivel
dont denigrate doodling, deftly demonstrated,
diligently doled, dribs drabs, dosay doing dandy dancer
displaying dopen derived dimwitted drek.

Exercising effort encompassing expressing *******
eliminating every eminent excellently evolved equalizing
element er excruciating exertion earnestly elbowing explictly
each endowed equipoised eppaulted
essential earmaked e-z editorialized expose.

I reckon there must be a gamut of grammarians
waiting in the wings (shutterflying
at the speed of Soundgarden),
cuz soon after pumping iron heck,

kinetic, narcotic, pathetic, quixotic, rhapsodic,
poem within a flash fans descend and feast
upon thy warbling, twittering rocketing
my ego to the moon!

King Kong Kennedyesque Kappelmeister
cuckolded, cinched, canoodled, keepsake
capitalone Dixie Chicks, Indigo Girls,
Lady GaGa Godiva cagily,

knowingly, Kafkaesquely, kinesthetically  
kissed kepi's kewpie dolls causing capitulation
crushing Candy– clean cleft clear clobbering kaput -
clinched culture club moss commotion
calling Casper Weinstein the overly friendly ghost

granting clemency clearly convinced
crowning Charlie Chaplin chief corporal
kickstarting clandestine covenent
kept Locked Horns -

cleaved cloistered community cohesion
creating civil unrest
tandemly totally tubularly trounced
thru trumpetting Don debacle

detonating divisiveness driving Miss Daisy
(a hybrid flowering biracially
Black Eyed Susan) daringly declared debutante,
she sprouted sense and sensibility

without prejudice, but plenti pilgrims pride
paternally passed from Mayflower coterie Compact
Massachusetts Plymouth Rock venerated vocifersously,

near Salem witch trials bewitched secular citizens,
where Razzle Bathbone (held heretical liberalism)
freed Wicca Witches of Witchita
wayward wretches willingly casting their Lot
with fortunetelling forcefield manifestation
forecast, an Oracle of Delphi,  

where hurled discobulus trajectory traced arc
resembling Moisbus strip without nose hound
but distant barking brought bedlam
by half baked, battered, berserk
Betty Crocker brand Fitbit binnacle

encompassing blazed blitzkrieg
stymied mutiny on the bounty hunters
synchronized yelping at birth, sans this *******,
stirring cry of echoes,

which cosmic Flickr ring soundcloud reverberated
whimpering infant (Fingerhut size) detected
via uber reincarnated voodoo warlocks
twitching triggering happy full figured slug
hook gushed upon pressed release mechanism
screaming (Banshee like) bullet tin heard worldwide,

where webbed warped woeful Widowersdating wretch
woof whistled while witnessing
wondrous once in a lifetime phenomena

meanwhile kitsch hen squawked
with pan dim mown deem
signifying sell **** re:us son
settling Harris heir apparent,
wherein gyser spewing gremlins awoke gargoyles
grimacing grotesquely ouiji board blamed.

Well done rabbit reading ridiculous rodomontade
reaching runneled stream strewn with vibrant vistas
offering Avast Outlook Linkedin to a Yahoo mailer daemon
the Buzzfeed ding bugaboo badly crashing gateway
necessitating fix Uber Lyft via spell checking incantation
at the door, whence Earthlink from Godaddy helped Indeed.

She held my hand and wished
She could stop time from its eternal ticking
She held my feet and cried
Only if she could change some decisions
She looked into my will and wept
Only if she could alter certain moments
She beheld my heart and bemoaned
She could influence some set situations
She held me, my spirit-my willpower
Hoping she could change and charge my soul
But time was gone and wills were made……

I looked into her heart
And I mourned time
I looked into her eyes, tears
And I inwardly tore of situations
I beheld her pitiful gaze
And understood her pains
I dug deeper into her soul, her spirits
And I solely saw her determinations
And I lamented love, I wailed wishes
For nothing at all me mere mortal could alter of instances
For time was far gone and wills were made……

We hugged and held hopelessly-
We both hated feelings
We kissed and cuddled clueless-
We both loathed love
We canoodled and cradled carelessly-
We both reviled desires
We caught and clutched to hope, defenseless-
We both wished of time, there is anything we could change
There are in it some moments we could solely crush
For nothing we could do, could alter time!
For time was never ours and will never be, ours!

I went, she remained
Sorrows surrounding her soul
She wept, I watched
Pity haloing my heart’s spirit
She lived while I died
Pains and havoc wracking our love
I extinguished and she cried
Anger and anguish ruining our lives!

But we still held to hope-
Of again meeting and marching:
Of again loving and living;
Of again merging and matching!
For love outlives time and
Time marches to hope!

© Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.

Who am I to judge the lie?

Start where I let you *******
And bumber dandy liller down in that canoe
The sylabyls speak slytherin everybody knows
Slow down fat ***
I’m so sorry mother for never learning to know
And also for the things I never cared to show
Back to my limbizzeringbiscuit try to catch me cuz my limp ***** is just magestic and when the flood gates open watch the square footage exponentially get equipped but why oh my does my guy require protection from the land mines of time
And god oh my why are my mind flooded with images of the other kind
and why oh why the thought of the oppo site gets me all kit and canoodled in to your ***** bride

The blame games dead
Perhaps I’ll achieve
Perhaps I’ll be a revolutionary
Just tread carefully because every action has an equal and opposite reaction and the love we give becomes hate and visa versa