Dedicated my sweet Romanian friend Vasile
I confess
the truth is
Your eyes truly work of Art.
I confess
The truth is
Your smile like a beautiful poem
unforgettable.
I confess
The truth is
you are sweeter then honeydew
i adore you
The full moon shone brilliantly
Over the serene majestic mountains,
The gentle air caressed us soothingly.
In this blessed tranquil atmosphere
I melted in your first embrace,
And oh! The gush of love enraptured my being
Heart and soul, transporting me
To the fields of Elysium.
Your warm, passionate smooches,
Brought utter bliss,
Cast an eternal spell,
My body and soul surrendered.
To quench my thirst for love.
Dedicated to my best Romanian friend Vasile
you are so beautiful
as no word can describe you as
your beauty is unique
your beauty is untouchable
your beauty is adorable
but you are so beautiful
as no word can describe you as
(Inspired by a photo.)
There was a time
When we didn’t
Know each other,
When we had
No idea the other
Existed.
There was a time
We didn’t know each
Other’s faces
Or names,
Wishes
Or dreams.
Then, we both happened
To take the same class,
At the same time,
In the same place,
Two people brought together
By destiny.
The rest is history,
I’m so grateful to have you
In my life,
A companion,
A confidante,
A love story.
Dedicated to V.D.
I adore you
I bloom.
You are there
every day
in my strawberry heart
dedicated my nice Romanian friend Vasile
You are incredibly sweet,
But i am selfish.
I want your lips
dedicated to my Romanian friend Vasile
you are different
and that’s okay I like different
and I wouldn’t like you if you were like the others
Breathing In the Abundance…
I See Clarity…
Through the seeming road’s end…
High Resonance…
Expands the Moment…
Detouring the temporary blockade…
Filling the Void…
With your Reflected Magic…
Fly Away…
Inside your Helium Heart…
Merge…
With the Infinite Sea of Love…
Begin Again…
More at http://www.thepoetsjourney.com/.
She stands over me in bronze,
the curves solid and cool to the touch,
I hold them for a while
and her medium changes
to marble, and then it softens to wood,
before settling down into brick
until her body is a kiln,
what will she mold out of me
using the fire inside of her?
She bends over, grabs my chest,
kisses my neck and moves her fingers
along my stomach and shoulders.
I can feel my wires turn
into arteries and veins,
my iron plates turn into skin and bones,
then my hair,
(my one former human feature),
spin itself into a tapestry
she can run her hands through all morning.
More at http://mirrorsponge.blogspot.com/.
The earth speaks in whispers,
Tell me about your journeys,
Where did your mind wander,
Where did your feet step,
Where did your soul flow.
Tell me all,
Life, as you sculpted,
I want to know.
A Potters wheel,
You were shaped upon,
Did the kiln that bake your passions,
Add to your core,
Little pools of joy, rippling about,
How much water,
For a thirsty road,
To slake do you still hold.
Tell me about your journeys, tell me,
Through the swirling mists of a myopic minds eye,
Allow me, colours reimagined, to see.
A waltz plays, from somewhere beyond,
Afterthoughts linger,
As footsteps glide,
Through an amative line’s curve.
Indelible prints of your designs upon my mind,
The burst of its’ fragrance,
The quilt of its’ colours,
Blossoms tinkling with laughter,
Under a happy blue sky to drape you.
Your kind thoughts prevail like the afterglow of a blazing dusk of compassion,
Your grace shines through,
From the margin where starlight begins,
And purity reigns,
Crimson strands of a sky cushion,
Your beauty, in thoughts and words…
My thoughts came to you,
Passion in autumn shades,
Cloaking time with your embrace,
Till,
Turns, a fork, paths split since,
A game of life’s dice,
I won my hand back,
Never the same, warmth bereft,
Yearns a familiar tingle,
No looking back, the seasons ever change.
Twilight, Sunset ! Strangers parting in the fading light,
Embraced the night,
Each to love the dawn.
The earth speaks in whispers,
Tell me about your journeys,
On this threshold of a hat tip moment,
Allow a glance to rebound upon,
An answer to a prayer, of souls in need of succour,
To capture intense moments of heartfelt delight.
Again…