You and I, Locked in a cocoon fashioned by love, Isolated from the distractions of a discordant world, Bound by bonds beyond words, Our heartbeats in sync, Connected thoughts, Like peas in a pod, And a perfect example of cupid’s best work, You and I, Always and forever more. You and I, Gloriously naked under the moonlight, Skin to skin, Far from eyes a-prying, Our warm bodies, Fighting the coolness of the evening breeze, Limbs helplessly intertwined, As we watch…
You, You bred my heart to love, A lot, And for blood, You taught my hands to lust, In loss.
Photo Credit – Google Fences. Sometimes they’re purely reflex, born of habit, nurtured by time and entrenched by routine. Yes they may keep bad vibes out, but it’s sad when they screen the good ones too. Who wants to miss out on such a fantastic connection as you? Not me. So I’m sorry, for the indiscriminate nature of my barriers, and this is me hoping I get another chance to throw my gates wide open, so you can experience the beautiful…
Photo Credits – Google Because of what they said, That men are meant to be towers of strength, All my growing up years were erroneously spent, Bottling up emotions inside my head, Rather than feeling things as they should be felt. Pain was borne without a sound, Anger and turmoil buried with not a frown, Even when I craved a comforting hug, I remembered a man’s place as a barrel of brawn, And knotted tighter my mental thong. Now I’m…
Photo Credits – Google “…Dearest Jerry, he’s not like you at all; young, fresh and exhilaratingly vibrant. His fingers aren’t that supple, nor are they capable of making my skin burn with electricity any time he touches me in those places like yours do. His kisses don’t infuse me with wild fire, and his tongue doesn’t liberate the tornado of my inner whore. His attempts at romantic conversation are clumsy at best, and his eyes don’t make my heart flutter….
Photo credits – Google Your love, It lived like a shooting star, Bright and fast, a dart, That tore across the scape of my heart, Till its dash ended in a fiery crash. Now these eyes cry, And a shattered soul mourns and sighs, For the mountain of homeless emotions, embers, And the memories of great times together, To be submerged by broken tears.
Photo credit – Google He speaks a foreign tongue, Whilst she understands another. Yet they walk side by side, together, In synchrony, functioning as one. Two very different races, Happy smiles on their faces, Strangers in every other way, But perfectly matched by love.
A long toot of the klaxon, Loud as it shatters the scenic serenity, a picture, Garnished with the orange orb of a mellow Sun. The engines deepened hum, Graceful in turn as she glides over the waves, On her quest for strange and distant shores, Our relationship, adrift, finally free of anchor…
So your heart got broken, and you think the end to all life as you know it has come? Think again my friend.
Mine is the silent prayer of a burdened heart, That regardless of monumental fatigue, May I not encounter sleep. For if I slip, if I mistakenly find – even fitfully sleep, It is almost inevitable, that I dream.