Semblance of Nonsense

You know how well the story goes

In stacks and aisles we feel free

To write the lore of what can be

With passion's touch and sweet embrace

I memorize your curves and spline

As slowly, I caress your spine

A tale to read, a story to know,

A submission to your inner glow

As kisses pen such fruitful prose

We ache to know beneath the clothes

What volumes lay in tawdry seam

The inner glow that outward gleam

As passions shed each outward cover

You'll be my true and storied lover.

With each tender caress, fill her mind with magic and madness.

A touch.

A kiss.

A moment so perfectly timed...

Allow your arousal to ignite the flame of her passions.

Burn in her love.

For only then...

And danced beneath the pale moonlight

Her arms as ice rest on his veins

A shallow sigh he moans, restrains.

Her gaze as cold as November's frost

His mind and heart were tempest tossed

And as she disappeared from view,

His passion's tempest softly grew.

She appeared and faded from his sight

His morning star. His Elmo's light.

A fire that gnawes and aches and chews...

A ghastly ghost he'll never lose.

She disappeared within his hands

As strands of pouring, timeless sands

And there before the waves of fate

He fell to his knees... a tear awaits.

She knew she was his one to be.

He knew her soul could only be.

Aligned in course and vibe and stride.

And here he is without his guide.

Where does a heart that's lost reside?

And souls in turmoil... can they abide?

He doesn't know.

...and never shall.

The heart, the pale...

Attempt #238 of folding a fitted sheet.

Instructions unclear.

The echoes so benign

A twisted

Tangled

World of threads

The vast unending twine.

We felt our pulses through those threads

A cast ... the vast arterial reds

A shade of life and love and hope

Of danger, warning, the taint of cope

I guide my hands along each line

To see if still the pulse of thine

Could resurrect

Revive

Or give

The faintest beat of what had lived.

I held those threads and wrapped their sting

Around the plan, that might have been

Round and round I slipped inside

And with each wrap

I cross and cried

And sealed tight

My fated tomb

A ball of loss

A coarse cocoon

Fairwell... begone.

That me of yore.

The heart that was

The spine of your tale.

A smoldering ember

That should your nerve fail.

I'm here for you, love.

A constant.

A friend.

Forever and always.

Til time without end.

We waited for the moon to smile as we talked softly. Our dreams but a wisp of smoke far beyond our eyes. The future. A mystical place... Would we be there together? We didn't know.

I pulled you closer to my chest and you squeezed my hand. Cool, soft fingers in my warm hand. You clenched and leaned back. I looked deeply into those eyes of yours. Deep and pure. A drink of a memory long forgotten and yet, burned into my mind as a worn tune. Faintly reminiscent. A key to my mind. Your eyes became the window to my soul.

Your lips glimmered in the silver glow of moondusk. My kiss wished to feel that magic. We smile. We separate. And with the honeyed breeze of a soft night, we languished in silence. What will be will be. But what is... That is our poetry. Our guiding star.

Across the heavens where the gods of ancient tales rest and reside, our love will live on. A passionate flame burning for eternity. Maybe to warm some old deity's heart.

Let Cupid bring love to but one more youth. Let Aphrodeity bring beauty to another heart. We have ours. We have our now. Let us kiss once more... And make this moment shine.

I pause and then I bite,

The words that choke,

A twilight joke,

I send into the night.

I ask them of the tales you tell. The sparks of inspiration. That glisten 'cross the glistening pave... The lonely road I've yet to save... A broken compass to the grave. A token lost to time.

Her heart was not but sweetness.

Her soul... A glass of wine.

Drink to excess.

...well, more than less.

A sip on the Divine.

Her hand held mine so firmly. As tears slipt hot and still. And fell to empty echoes. Amidst the midnight chill. Her scent perfumes my pillow. Her smile is etched in rhyme. And as I seep in drowsy sleep. I lose all track of time.

For but a moment I can feel.

Her safe in my embrace.

And as I slip to sleep once more.

I felt a kinship in her grace.

Oh, would she beckon on?

We held our hands as lovers might, a toying glance, we felt delight,

And stole into the onyx night,

Our passions led the way.

We spun and laughed and came to rest, the moonlight's glow, her gossamer dress,

Her hand lay soft upon my chest,

Our lovers' stolen kiss.

I wish I could but tell you more,

How earths had shook,

And distant shore,

Saw this angel I adore,

Her dress slipt softly down.

But clever still, she knew my heart,

The dripping ache, the worlds apart,

The distance stops before I start.

A knowing glance I see.

"Rest here," she whispers softer still

"Fold into me to stave the chill."

And there we lay upon the hill.

...the cold can't bother me.

I rose alone, the stars had gone.

I stretch awoke, a frozen yawn.

Then, saw my form beyond the dawn.

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The sufficiency of such a tone. A tick to my tock. A beautiful walk through memories and reels only the mind's heart can project into the ether. A vision hazy in sight yet crisp in feelings. A sentiment. A glowing haze I linger in too fondly for never shall any know what is exceptional about what has gone... Except those whose hearts relive their own theatre of the distant.

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Past or feeling, strong or reeling, we embrace what is real. What is true. What has gone before for we are their echo. The lives we live, the way we hold hands. None shall know the echo we carry, but those ...only those who peer into the caverns within.

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Do not beckon. Do not reach for what you cannot or will not handle. Love's last tendril is tangled. And only the seamstress of my heart knows which string to pull.

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Be love. Be respect. Be the echo of loveliness this world deserves.

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You too shall echo one day...

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Let your resonance be divine. 😘

‘Favourite what?’ she wondered aloud.

‘Oh, well,’ he stammered. Well, just that.

My favourite pair of eyes to look into.

My favourite name to see appear on my phone.

My favourite way to spend an afternoon.

Fill in the blank, Beautiful…

I left it a favourite for a reason.

As true as it can be?

A ways and means of all our lives

Caged in eternity?

I dare not mind

Nor matter, dear.

That what is now

Was always here.

Our love is just

A story tale?

Written in prose

And doomed to fail?

No, ours is more,

At least, I think.

A new love lore

In invisible ink.

Not come before

And shall retire.

Built on passion's

Pulsing fire.

That fills our minds

And hearts

And lungs.

Sends shadows high

On Heaven's rungs.

For none shall come

Before or be.

And dream in jealous reverie.

That theirs could not

Have scorched the sky.

Like yours and mine

Ours is not shy.

Let all the stars

In envy learn.

Our kiss.

Our smolder.

Watch us burn.

A welcome shade of daily bread,

Of dime-store tales of common tone,

A noble blade I had to hone,

A week

A day

A single hour,

A castle with a feigning tower,

A broken rhythm yet I kept on,

And never saw the colored dawn,

Life was just a sullen clock,

I walked a walk, but faked the talk,

And kept a pace that was not new,

...at least, until I met my you.

Slowly, and then, all at once,

I felt that I had been a dunce,

To never quote the painted skies,

Or count the hues within your sighs,

The ways and wants of what could be,

A future with you here with me,

A star-crossed lover of all that beats,

A rhythm sweet, the song completes,

So, now with all the hues there was,

And is and are and ever does,

I settle naked, a pallete true,

Accept the beauty that is.

Embrace the goodness therein.

Let the sensuality within guide your hand.

Your presence is a miracle.

It's time to believe in yourself.

L❤️ve is...

The heart you hold

Is not of lead

Nor made of gold

It's stood the storms

And weathered rains

Cannon fire

And hourglass grains

But in your hands

Tis flame enough

A flick of flame

With corners rough

Do as you will

And let your glow

Merge with mine

And then we'll show

The ages what

A flame can be

A smolder cast

By you and me.

Maybe... 🖤

On a bench built just for two

We didn't have a word to say

We stopped to watch the view

A stolen pause

A breathless whisper

A clock that knew not time

We sat in quiet agony

To ponder love's lost rhyme

We felt our spirits screaming

To reach and steal a kiss

But still we sat as granite

A moment we would miss

She softly stood

Our eyes but met

A sadness in her smile

And as I watched

Her walk away

I felt the broken mile.

Solemn, still

I sat on the hill

The view could not compare

To the vision lost

A moment tossed

Of the girl with golden hair.