"paradisiac" poems
you have the formula
A Love Poem Recipe:
Fij = G(Mi x Mj)/Dij.
This formula, simplified, means that trade between two markets will equal the size of the two markets multiplied together and then divided by their distance.
(The model gets its name from its mathematical similarity to the equation in physics that describes gravitational pull.)
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long ago, swore off
the love poem business.
lying that this
the last poem ever published
moan not,
statistically, for sure be
a heart-infected sick teenager
bemoaning/high fiving
their fated status
but I don't need to add to
that smoldering pile
the excellence, the richness,
the virtuosity
of the formula
a metaphor,
for the bounty and the risk,
in any love affair, thus love needy
for a diagrammed explication
two markets, soft upon each other,
multiply their trade in love and kisses
can you kiss her (him) but once?
nonsense!
saying I love you
but once a day,
like it was a vitamin,
preposterous!
no, love expands like a gas
(a distant cousin to our formula),
filling in the empty spaces,
escaping through crevices,
spilling, oft filling up
the nearby bystanders
in love,
there is no thing as
one touch clicking
but one touch
reveals the genetic marker,
the initial intimacy injection
Let the addiction begin!
ten thousand grasps,
some soft, some hard,
upon each other,
till fingers go lifelong contented numb
desire and affection spread like a
positive infection,
the curative powers
elegiac,
but never prosaic and though
formulaic
think more
voltaic and paradisiac
electric heaven
go forth and scribe
you got the secret
recipe
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
Paradisal everything is
Yet nearly impossible
Prove it to me that paradise exists with you just like the paradisiac moonlight tonight
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
My body trembles at the last time we touched
Our last goodbye before you walked away
The intense warmth assimilating through our bodies as we held each other,
Chest to chest.
And the days feel like weeks
And the weeks feel like months,
And the tears I've wept for you to come home has dehydrated me of your love.
But your paradisiac image followed me
Wherever I went
Your addicting smile was lodged there
Your exquisitely magnificent hazel eyes were there sitting next me
Your voice was in every word I spoke
Your thoughts in every word I wrote.
Your palliatating touch haunted me
Every waking moment
The simple thought of you made me feel like I couldn't breathe,
Although I've never felt more alive.
And I can feel the salty tears on my lips
But all I taste is our last kiss
The feeling of your hands against my skin,
Your heart pounding like music next to mine.
And I sit here now
Wishing for nothing more than just to hear your voice
To give only a few minutes to tell you
How much I miss you,
How much I love you.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
There is a soft meadow golden
where there now stands oblivion
wild mustangs comb the hard
dry grasses after a long arid winter.
In the distance, wood smoke
from a silent fire that crackles
'neath a hungry touch.
An aubade's warm hand reaches
from the silky horizon to touch love
gently upon her shoulders and roam
the hills, and dusky valleys of the
paradisiac dawn, as it stretches each stone.
...and soothed; by palpebral stream;
each bend a lover's nape
endlessly explored by endless wait
to greet the welcome rise again.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
People around me would always say " the best feeling in the world is when your loved one gazes right through your eyes and tells you things the mouth can't seem to do". I have waited a lifetime to find someone to share such action with. You came and you reminded me what it was like to feel protected. You came and looked me in the eye, you untangled all the chaos I've been through. It took years for this heart and body to go through destructions. Never knew one day and a couple of hours being spent can heal every chaos, every damage and every memory that ached me in the past. Your touch reminded me how the world is still paradisiac. Your touch overjoyed this cheerless heart of mine. I can finally add a new feeling of aliveness in my world, I can finally tell the world that a touch is stronger than a look. I can finally feel a glimpse of security, with the touch of your heavenly hands. Thank you for stitching up all the wounds, thank you for being the cure that my wounds were aching for.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC
Un otro dia en el paraíso
rainbows overhead,
and the black of my soul
spewed across my own belly.
Must've awoke in light,
for now I am the penetrating darkness.
The spots cannot be washed,
only moved to suit the life.
You were so naked in front of me,
but my unending frustration hindered evermore,
my scarce chance at you.
Sometimes it's difficult to tell what's light,
and what is it shining on?
For neither seems to quell this feeling;
Oh well, perhaps it's on to Waghdas.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC