When you speak to me,
Your words turn into butterflies
That surround me, lovingly.
Tag: Love
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In his suffering she held him and listened to him,
And in that instant, his heart started mending,
Leading to lasting healing, and loving longing—
And on the evening she kissed him, he wept,
and said, you are always what was missing;
And he held her in his arms from the twilight, until morning,
Whispering loving utterances as the tears streamed from joyous crying,
And on that day, after a beautiful dawning,
She became his everything. -
In and out of consciousness, before she left, she reached for her son, who wept with his head turned, and in that moment, she released all the pages of her depths, so that even in death, he could hold onto her; and with all the strength she had left, she lovingly whispered three words to him, while wiping away the tears of his weeping, in her last breaths.
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The gauntness of flesh is the cruelty of illness.
Stillness of tormented bodies at 4 AM
is not sleep, but unceasing listlessness.
The wounded heart is known through
many tears and sincere utterances.
Unsightly scars denote the attempted escape
from unbearable agony;
Under dim lighting in a small room with heavy curtains,
a trembling insomniac moves slowly.
In pitch darkness, the sorrowful hold onto
banisters in cold temperatures, wailing uninhibitedly;
The chief torment of the anxious mind is life’s uncertainty.
From birth to death—in-between,
the afflicted struggle for breath.
Even in their mother’s wombs
babies become stressed;
Stillborn babies are kissed,
given names, and mourned.
In late cold December winters,
distressed hearts are torn.
Unsettling letters are received before they grieve
starting with, We regret to inform …
In the pregnancy of the void
some wither away, and some are reborn.
The soul’s balm is the healing of love;
But from its inception it must be pure—
and unadulterated in the properties of its medicine.
A winter baby is delivered from her dying mother’s womb,
and through blood and pain, life begins again.
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You cover me, like freshly laundered white linen
over varnished rosewood tables;You cover me, like an abandoned child
protected under the mighty hands of the archangels;You cover me, like a black veil over the face of
a grieving widow in agony, with the residue of pain
that was left behind silently on her pillows;You cover me, like shade from the heat of the sun
under the tears of a weeping willow;You cover me, like the broad wings of the Harpy Eagle
diligently hovering over her young;You cover me, like the ozone layer over the earth,
protecting her from the sun;You cover me, like a newborn
under the doting eyes of his mother’s embrace;You cover me, every time you wipe away my tears
and gently kiss my face. -
Passionate kisses and sincere promises
Lead to transcendent intimacy
On soft champagne colored comforters
In a canopy bed, with white curtains,
And white lights that surround us.
Rose petals fall from one hundred white roses in purple vases.
A goddess bathes in milk and honey,
And sees through brown eyes with natural lashes;
Her tone of voice are a thousand peaceful rivers;
French perfume on shimmering skin amazes;
Black hair flows over violet silk as she gazes.
Subtle sensuality is the wave that moves
Over a strong euphoric undercurrent;
In her stance, she is beheld as a living art piece,
Captured in different moments;
The beauty of her heart causes a wondrous radiance,
Like heaven’s light, illuminating the wings of the angels.
She captivates the eyes of strangers,
Causing hearts to dance, and thoughts to linger. -
We will hold each other until our last kiss, when we are turned to dust, and the earth’s winds gently carry us and scatter our remnants among the fallen leaves, beautiful flowers and redwood trees; when the earth no longer spins on her axis in perfect balance like a beautiful ballerina on her toes in the company of an audience. In those moments, I will tell you that I love you, with immeasurable purity and the depths of infinite sincerity. At the twelve gates of heaven, look for me, and whisper the three words that you mean with all your heart; touch me—kiss me in light, and fall into my arms.
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In your embrace, I wept, as I beheld your face.
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My soul holds onto you as if I need you to breathe.
Strands of hair and gold earrings in pillowcases,
Your aura refuses to leave. -
When you kiss me, you release my desolate spirit into ethereal transcendence. The light in you, is the beauty of your radiance. Your lips are as sweet as Diamante strawberries, freshly picked, and steeped in flowing chocolate rivers. An angel shimmers under the glory of heavenly light; in the turning of your head, I see the brightness of the diamonds in your eyes. You move me to emotion because I have witnessed the depths of your cries. I love you; If I was blind, still, I would see you clearly with no eyes. The peace of your aura is like a quiet stream, gracefully flowing under a full moon and clear skies. I can run to no one else but you; In the embrace of your breasts I am intoxicated by the scent of your perfume. The length of your curls are like heavenly waterfalls flowing infinitely, with no beginning, and with no ending. The tone of your skin, is like a variation of beautiful colors, infinitely blending.
Intimate Compositions 