My Heart Displays for You

let me draw you into my steadied, unfaltering stance
to embrace you in such ways
that you may release every tension coiled

surrender to these tender lips of lingering
as they softly graze the silken allure
surrounding your center of consciousness

upon being stricken with frenzied fit of passion
pressing ardently into you
deliberately displacing your disciplined decor
having done nothing more
than to pass my lips over yours

in whispered tones of serenity
unto your bare skin of sun shunned
gently carresing the fragrant filaments
composing the hearth of your experience

I want to meld with your truth
thrashing intertwined along this bittersweet plane
every moment passed is a moment squandered
if not lost in love’s reverie

for to love, is to live

bear me witness the splendorous sublimity
of souls assimilating
so forever may remain within my heart’s refrain

your touch grants me all that I should ever care to know
of this, and endless more, I am resolved
for truly you are, one in infinity

my heart displays for you

Her Poem

time and circumstance
holding force
on our union’s resting
turning harmony dissonant

when i listen
to the tones
of shrill cries
from passing stars

my efforts
to gain passage
are denied

left scarred
from having so misjudged
the heights
obscured by heaven
despite this heart’s bursting

still
i have felt
the shards of piercing
work their way into my song
words imbued
to shape the softened strings
that set this sallow soul
to brood

the day shall come
in the offset glow
of winter’s nuance
swept into
the undertow’s sway
where we will walk
tethered
in the hour
of silent prose

In Heart Woven Harmonic Virtue

erstwhile flashes of our enduring tale

have danced across the stage in the theatre of my mind

these lavishly adorned accounts of amorous bliss

render me besotted with the beauty and boldness of your love

your words are as delicate motes of pollen

steadily born upon this weathered breast

breathing vitality anew

as familiar as tea and cake

bringing forth a fabled tapestry of time’s treasured trove

composed of our memories

transcendent twinkle entwined in euphony

the luck that looms our love’s lore lingers eternal

for once again, we have found one another

my spirit rejoices

ringing resonantly throughout the vales of the cosmos

in heart woven harmonic virtue

Ember

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love looms amid the earthen shrine
in contrast with truth
pressing onto parchment
muted musings left lingering
for glancing eyes that gaze in contempt
aghast at the ongoing display of decadent debauchery
never have they known such indiscretion
yet none can speak for what is known

the radiance, disarming
its cadence grows stronger
echoing into the abyss of anguish
from one, to other
bearing no consequence of relevant toll
rolling like a snow bound stone
enjoyed by the sun

all of these ancestral affectations
airs of artifice agonizing over every breath
spilled out onto the landscape like leaves
leading to disarray, in lost portrayal

sweet strands of vermilion lick like flames
framing such fragile alabaster allure
alone and aloft
soft tones of humility
exuding from hearth
set upon this heart
rekindled by kindred coalescence
windswept into one regret
and set to the serenity of solitude’s song

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Upon the Hourglass’ Turn

swaying blades of peridot

alight amid azurite horizon

of clement citrine sunset

in velveteen palanquin

draped in silk brocade

jade hairpin askew

wonted truth presaging

the seizing solemnity

by crook of Anubis

we tendered the ferryman’s toll

stolid in this stagnant state

as fate shed its veils before us

upon the hourglass’ turn

emergent, we shuffled off

our toilsome coils rejoicing

Ephemeral Souls

unabashed silphium sleeve
impassioned pleas
uttered free from restraint

spirit, bold as black damask
in meadows of pasque
with prose unsurpassed

peculiarly non pareil
pressed onto parchment
in prismatic pigments sprawling

arranged in the strangeness
of strands set at random
expanding in nebulous bloom

wreath of sloe flowing
in slow rippled cadence
diffusely drawn out reaching all

as an echo eternalized
amid jutting earth scarred
and scattering sky of ensconcing

ethereal energies emanate
from mien marred by mask
of perpetual phantom interface

Sentiment

Should you ever shine on these salt sodden shores
I pray that your radiance will judge me not
I can only be all that I have known of love