Tag love poetry
the tastiest to eat,
because your kisses are as sweet
as nectar.
We are lost in the field,
the tall flowers tickling my body
as I make my way down to the stream.
My dress flowing with the wind,
made from a curtain of silk
that I bought on my trip to the city.
Tonight the crisp air pierced me into excitement,
making it apparent that when I think of you
my body obeys.
Each one of them a blur,
But you are always on my mind,
Of that I am quite sure.
As surely as the wind will blow,
Each day will start anew,
As surely as the world will turn,
My thoughts will be of you.
How your eyes light up with laughter,
Warms deep within my soul,
the way they ignited something in me
when they collided with mine.
The way his fingertips reminded me
of a cold winter breeze
We sat in the warm beach sand
Basking in the sun
I sat between your legs
My back pressed against your chest
Your fingers caressed my leg lovingly
And you spoke softly in my ear
I turn to look you in the eyes
As you whisper adoringly, words of love
Our eyes meet in heady passion
And your hand goes to my neck
Bringing me in for a breathtaking kiss
That leaves my toes curling in the sand
We end the kiss with a small laugh
And you smile, dimples gracing your cheeks
I run my hand through your hair
Loving the way you lean into my touch
The summer days were long.
The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.
The heat of hot days.
Thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline.
Purify the sadness and losses of living.
I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.
You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.
Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.
I Live
For the night I fall asleep and awake with you on my mind
For the remnants of our first kiss on my lips
For the seconds minutes and hours
I hold you in my arms
I Live
For the moment, we intently look into each others’ eyes
Knowing it is the end of you and I
that spirits from above,
did seemingly
conspire with fate
to instigate our love.
And fleur Digitalis,
with petal sweet and rare,
did line the walk
with stately stalk
our pathway to prepare.
For in that flowered spring,
I first did know my heart,
then did my soul
on seeing you
I would breathe
if I could but
that would mean
letting you go.
So I hold a
gala for you
in the echoes
of my mouth.
As you dance
across my palate
I begin to savor
the sweetness of you,
Forgive me when lightning plays on the keys of your sorrow
and there is no time for everything you say
to be laid here at my feet.
Still, know that I am here when your inner light
of wisdom catches dust on the frame of your heartbeat
and I will listen through your tears.
On those days when life feels like a flying bird,
do not feel sorry for reaching out
to enlightenment as your lover, please know,
that I understand your need.
There are miles of bedlam that I would love to turn into flowers
on those nights when your sea tumbles restlessly
and those dragons of madness make you burn
Lustily calling out my name with silence.
Your body covered in beads of sweat just waiting to fall.
Calling out just wanting to be touched.
As the water dripped from your muscles the heat became more intense.
Passions were burning like the pits of fire on a cold winters night.
Glances were exchanged with a quick fluttering of the eyes.
