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My Baby (reprise)The night throws its light
on your face,
your breath catches and takes
in the glow from the moonbeams
as my love streams
In your slumber you remember
the memories of a past never lived
but imagined a million times
in the recesses of your mind,
more real than reality
now enjoyed in drowsy serenity.
As I watch your twin commas flicker
your lips gently quiver
with the weight of tonight's kiss,
your cool brown fringe
casting shadows tinged
with our union's bliss.
CollaborationThe spatter on screen
unfurls around the edges
of swelling twin flames
that flicker and gleam,
my quickening heartbeat
with an incandescent cresting.
My fingertips rest
on your smooth shaft of creation
as your fingers enfold mine
taking me to the brink of elation;
your grasp is as firm and sure
as your love is sweet and pure
and your clasp a tactile deviation
from the concave artifice I call my life,
from its mundane vexations.
And so we compose--
the liquid dreams of a new furnace
burnish our collaboration
and vacate our days
of the prosaic and pedestrian;
our passion consumes us,
distilling our fusion into embers
that irradiate our creative consummation.
TimelinesThis morning your fingers were busy
withholding a slice of your life from the world;
your fingers shaped a new existence
with quiet persistence
as you whittled away the many bytes into a few.
When you were done with your rebirth
you gently beckoned me to see
how quickly a life's history
can change and be fashioned anew.
No regrets, you said, no remorse
no sorrow and no recourse
but only to march on ahead
to forge fresh memories
and open uncharted pathways instead.
Now we will live with the promise of new histories
expansive and unfolding like exquisite mysteries--
we will remake and create
who we are,
how we live,
what to give
of ourselves to each other,
when to reject reality
and embrace our imaginations
because we are no longer contained
by that which we have let go
for our present will soon be our past
and our future a landscape breathtaking and vast.
EpiphanyUnaware of the stares
your lips take mine in a dance
that gently caresses my tongue--
twirling pink tips tango,
gliding on sensations
that slide in between syllables of sweet endearment.
In that moment of headiness
I shut out the clink of cups and spoons
as your eyelashes blink a typhoon against my cheek;
I hear not the steam shooting froth into latte mugs
but revel in the softness of your kiss,
my breath emptied by your inhalation
as you suck my life into your own.
Be My PoemI live my life in poetry
for you are my muse--
your eyes are my couplets,
your heart an immaculate sonnet,
your lips like redolent lyrics
of a song only your voice can sing,
your hands are jingles
that tickles my laugh niches,
your kisses are a million haikus
succinct and sweet
always an unexpected twist
in every final line,
your love is a verse sublime
a ballad on an infinite loop
eternally enduring the ravages of time
with your metres and rhymes,
our life together an ode
to everything lush and beautiful
rapturous and blissful.
Every stanza I now compose
will be a paean to our lyricism
for I long abandoned prose
when I met you--
the most fulfilling poem I never did write.
My RewardYou are my quest--
that beckoning in my RPG called life
that detour from what I have charted.
But the game was not won
by my following the trail of crumbs
laid before me;
the game was over when I met you
for I wanted to play no more,
wanted no part of this existence
that plodded on with no investment of passion.
There was no levelling up in my world--
no little man in a suit and tie to save me
to bend time and slow motion
to piece together the puzzles
that would lead to my happiness;
no dark soldier swinging his oversized sword
battling the demons of emptiness
to salvage my loneliness;
no tiny robot fuelled by a loyal heart
doggedly searching for his true love
in a world of discarded parts.
In a massive universe of multi-players
battling the futility of existence
to attain an inscrutable treasure,
I found you--
a gem in a village of clans,
a clue to lead me forward,
an option when I had so few--
are my extra life,
you filled up my health bar
so I could break free
from this endl
Jojo's Little KitchenStealing glances,
taking a chance
you won't look my way
as my smile betrays
the fullness that fills me
like a meal you never want to end,
relishing each morsel
tasting each bite
never desiring respite
from the flavour notes
and redolent aroma of love
wafting over us
like steaming hot soup--
our delight on an infinite loop
our tongues tasting
the sweetness basting
and when our bowls are empty
our hearts remain full,
our desires sated
but our passion never abated.
47 DaysIt's been over a month since we've been afloat
on the fires of our togetherness
and the flame continues to sweetly sear us;
fantasies once imagined from a distance
now so near us
they taste real.
I feel the intensity morph into sublimity--
each day a torrid afterglow
of a love made the day before
and to be remade tomorrow,
like cresting waves undulating
from the pulse of a current so strong
it sucks us in the undertow.
Never would I have dared
to care for you as I do now
if you did not take that leap
into the abyss
of a love so scorching
we relent to being burnt.
Like ashes we will seep into the earth,
carbon dating our love
into rich sediment
that will feed our immortality,
for our bond resists the confines of our reality
and the cynics fear us.
LoveEverything I say is true,
coming from this heart you hold,
they say that love is blinding,
yet all I see is gold
Time TravelWhat would it be like
to time travel?
To go back in history,
to get a first hand look
at the past.
To go forward a hundred years?
How would it be different
in the future?
Would you still be here?
Would you change the past?
To have a better future?
Or for revenge?
Would you go back
to witness the assassination
of Abraham Lincoln?
Would you go back
to 1300 Europe to experience
the Black Plague?
Would you go to the future?
To see civilization
in the year 3050?
Would you go to the future?
To see the downfall
Would you go back
to see a loved one
in their final hours?
To see a friend one last time?
Tell your mother you love her?
Tell your father your sorry?
Die Tonightif I'd lie into your arms
would you lull me back to sleep
and if I were to die tonight
would you give me a kiss goodbye?
would you hold my hand so tight
till I'd feel too numb to hurt
would you let the tears in my eyes
melt their way into your heart
and even if it was a lie
would you tell me it's alright
oh, please tell me, would you cry
if I were to die tonight?
as you threw the knife at me
I found myself too blind to see
and as you painted life in red
my blood was spilled and stained your hands
with every hit and every scold
I thought you were trying to make me strong
but now I come to realise
that I was nothing to your eyes
there's so much better you have seen
and I can be nothing but just me
and you were trying to be honest
and that's so beautiful of you
but beauty kills and now I'm fallen
because your words have cut me through
and as I lay at your feet bleeding
you take a look into my eyes
oh, would you cry, I'm only asking
if I were to die tonight?
dreamstatecandles shiver, too bright to brave
fading into night and their delicate
pin tip wicks flicker-flash,
dancing in the ocean-tide winds
betraying the presence of
your ghostly breath
you sneak in like a whisper
(you didn’t use to be so quiet)
but now you tip-toe, weaving fog across
mirror edges in my mind and
you are just a moment
past midnight; three (strike.. strike.. strike..)
it is too late to resurrect you
the love-linger of your warm skin
atop mine or revive our
skewed dependent cycle of your
breath in my crushed rose lungs or relive
memories more faded than
darling, it is too late, let me sleep;
I’ll dream of you anyways
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Nothing Pure Shall FadeSunshine forever falls
despite night's misty shawl.
Sweet-springs that constant drain
are filled with summer's rain.
And flowers, blooms subdued
from winter's frigid mood,
in spring are quick remade.
Nothing pure shall fade.
Mirrored SmileShe smiles in the mirror,
Dreaming of what may be,
Imagining a future,
Bright and carefree.
Back in the real world,
The smile goes away,
Drab colors and hues,
Crushing her dreams away.
ArtlessI am not a child of light
Nor am I a child of dark
Just a shadow in between
A point upon the spectrum's arc
Once I danced for innocence
Outward cast, a spell I hurled
Line fell silent, beckoning
Was then you came into my world
You were not the love I sought
But rather were the love I found
Warily, I let you in
Impaled within my sacred mound
Your gestures were all crafted well
Your sentiments in beauty soaked
You sought the light within my shade
For me to make you whole, emote
I sought to give you everything
To heal the hole inside your heart
But you were just too delicate
And I was lacking in the art
FixationI will be a hermit for you;
I'll hide away
remake each day anew--
just you and me
just we two.
You are my retreat from the world;
I feel your love
as I curl
my sweetness all around you.
I will scale mountains with you;
I take in the keen air
and savour your face
like a breathtaking view.
I want to roam the earth with only you by my side;
I want to forget
and the why
because all that means nothing
if I didn't have you.
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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