And what do I serve with tea?

Of a cake layered with words - a slice
A croissant with stirring smilies
Quiche with quaint archaic spice -
Fresh from a poet's repository.

In the clink and chime of quills and ***
And spoons that stir the brew of tea
Dark or creamed, winter or spring
Here's to a cup of poetry.

My death will be liberating.

And I do not say that in the sense
that I am going to find a cliff
and take a good jump off.

No.

I am just trying to find a
clever way to tell you

that I do not know what is going
to happen next.

You see,

there is a
fine line
between
dreaming and
mortality

and

I am finding out for myself
that being in love
does not always
involve

being awake.

And for my sake
I fall in love with daydreams,
nightmares,
hazy realities
and

the hung-over idea

of not being enough.

It is all out of my hands.
                 It is all out of time.

And the only thing I have left to do,
now,


is decide.

Title        : I Love you fever
Poet        : Phyll
Genre     : Love/perfect/real
P/SwNo : 259
Year        : 2018

( Content:- Love is a universal migraine which is often expressed in weird ways and dimensions thus necessarily doesn't it have to be said direct as many pple believe.)

DID You KNOW;-
Arguing is a sign of love,so is Jealousy and insecurity?

I thought you should know.
Read more in my previous piece 'i love you;truth about true love'

@dr.Love_Untamed
#Feel_Good_Friday


I HAVE THE I LOVE YOU FEVER
           Authored By Phyll


Lady,
I have a feeling fever,
That I can't comprehend
In my deepest thoughts you are
More than just a friend.

I wouldn't want to
Rush us now
As love we explore
But there's a growing love inside
That we just can't ignore.

I love all the times
we spend together.
We are comfortable
And free.

I think of you
when i'm alone.
I think of you and me.
We have shared alot
Secrets to uncover.
There's more...
More to life.
We will both discover.

I love you always.
I'll love you when you're dumb,
I'll love you when you're smart,
I'll love you in any way you are,
Right from the start.

I'll love you if you're tall
I'll love you if you're short,
I'll love you if you're pretty,
Or just an ugly baboon.

I'll love you if you're toothless,
I'll love you if you're blind,
Anything that's wrong with you,
To me you'll be very right my dear.

My heart is opening up now,
Unlike it used to do back then.
I see the pain that's in your heart
And sometimes I feel it too.

I'll love you tomorrow,
I'll love you today,
I'll love you forever,
And forever always.



...to be continued



ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
COPYRIGHT BY PHYLL
DEDICATION TO MISS.RIGHT
phyllspokenarts@gmail.com
*(C)2018.

she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.

The vulture is a peaceful bird
She watches, circles patiently
Waiting for life to become death
So she can gather what she needs

The vulture does not maim or slay
And causes neither harm nor strife
She walks in the shadow of death
And so turns death back into life

The orchid is flowering
Opening,
a living mandala
Next to my bed
I hear it in my dreams
It's telling me very strange things
About the chemistry between us
And what being a flower really is
And what it really means.

There's a lot to learn.

The orchid whispers in chemical symbols

I danced through the night one night
I drank water in the desert
The sweetest taste, I've ever known
I heard a sound I've never heard before
The buzzing of Chi
Blowing in
while the curtains fluttered
In the night time wind.

Our time I know is limited
Forever wilts away

But while the orchid is flowering
That's for another day

I find myself longing for the scent of the night and at least
One more dream to go.