Tag: young love

my roses

Fresh water for the vase
to place the flowers in.
The red roses, you know I love.
Sat on the windowsill faced toward the sun.
I say ‘you really didn’t have to’
You smile and say ‘of course I did’
Placing a kiss on my lips.

They are still there, on my windowsill.
Withering away.
You are not here to replace them.
I watch each day as a leaf or a petal drops.
Until one day, it is just stems, and the memory of your kiss.

the valley of my soul

You look at me with eyes that eat into my soul,

eyes that I cannot turn away from.

I want to sink into them and drink your thoughts.

Float away on your dreams and hum nightmares away.

I feed on your voice and lust for your skin,

how did I survive before?

for your voice is my water

and your presence, my air.

I will follow you

to each corner of the earth,

sing you to sleep,

and wake you each morning.

My music, my sonnet, my fire, my soul

how did I survive before?

come to me

come to me, in daylight

when the sun is the highest in the sky

bring me your smile

let me watch you then

come to me, at dusk

when the sky turns purple

bring me your arms

keep me warm as night comes

come to me, in the dead of night

when the stars are the only light

bring me your voice

talk to me as we drift to sleep

stay with me, when the daylight breaks

as the day begins

start it with me

and stay with me, forever more

simple pleasure

Your kisses can take me away, someplace else

another dimension, only we know.

Your eyes usher me in, piercing my soul

looking away would only hurt me more

Tell me how you light the darkness up,

and how you bring flames underwater.

How does the winter seem like springtime?

and rain seem like sunlight?

Dark wood burning

and the smell of candles

Deserted streets

and the break of dusk.

I see you in the most delicate things.

When it is mundane

you are there to make it,

extraordinary.

the way home

These days are so long

and my legs so weary

i wish you were here

to carry me home

 

a hazel hue to light the way

my voice, a guide

travelling fast enough

to beat the break of day

 

when we arrive a bed awaits

and there, we take rest

a side for each of us

a sanctuary for lovers

 

we fall asleep

and we hope we meet in our dreams

because even in sleep

we can’t bear to be alone

Letter #1

To you,

It has taken endless sleepless nights and one smell of your cologne on another for me to write this.

Just like a river, my feelings for you flow far into the horizon, gracefully down the stream. It looks like it stops there, but, my darling, it doesn’t. It continues down, through a grove of trees, through a meadow, though an arid desert. It flows, eternally. Anything you place there, flows with the river, encircling us, keeping us from harm. The arms of the river, were built to hold you. It’s heart, to feed you. Its banks, to kiss you.

I, owner of the tormented heart, have read and read and read all the poetry. Sung all the songs. Watched stars appear in a purple sky, and watched them disappear into a blue one. Picked at petals , dreamed those dreams. I am still famished at the thought of you, and this hunger weighs so heavy on me. I try and keep it so quiet, I am afraid it will bellow out.

There is this uneasiness, that I know so well. This feeling that creeps into my stomach and rests there like a lion in its den. Do I wake it? And hear you say those words I know you will say. Do I let you feast on my heart? My darling, if you are hungry, then eat. I will leave it sleep, because I am too weak to wander alone.

Like all the other letters, I will never show you this. For you to see my naked soul would kill me, because I know I would never see yours and that is all I wish.

So sleep for now and when you awaken, my love, let me down easy.

I would do the same for you.

Yours always,