Romantic poetry

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we appear the same, you and me
both have eyes and hands
and feet with which to walk away

but in truth we are opposite
diametric yin and yang
magnetic

a jigsaw
compelled to
complete itself

a go

after a long, hard, hot day at the office
i just want to lose my briefcase and
flip
off my shoes
p
e
e
l
off my dress
and then…

But you’re home. And you’re watching tv with a beer
The condensation drip
ping
from the edge of your bottle onto your white boxers as you
tip
it in my direction in a gesture of negligent cheers

there was a day, long a go when it was you coming home
all wet from the
rain
and i, lounging with my white wine on the couch in your boxers and nothing
else
your umbrella drip drip dripping on the floor unheeded because…

there are better things to do
always
Busy things to do and not enough drip
ping
After a long,
hard,
hot
day.

passion

my mood

in direct relation

to the colour on the page

you have the power

to make

me write in red

the shade of passion and blood

shed upon the sheets

of our bed

and on glad days

with blue on a yellow background

and pinks of blossoms

bursting

but at times you take

my reason and whitewash my mind

to stark black and nothingless

insanity

Heat

You’re on fire,
with your passion so red
so perfectly pink
and glowing
nerves standing
stretching your skin
your lips alight
with song
vibrating in your throat
belting from your lungs,
the heat of you
reaches my ears
and melts my insides.

Fall Back to You

Into a letter
to a past lover
I pour my misery
in hopes of forgetfulness
Ironic
that that is all I have left:
memory
Of our boundless energy
our youth, our bodies entwined
bathed in the effortless effort
unthinking to the music
the hard
hard rock to which
we danced
Do you recall
our kisses
and moans?
Do you dream of
our firsts,
our wild nights
our reverence of one another
our amazement at
what we’d discovered in
each other and
our knowledge that
it could never last?
Your voice will ever be with me.
For this I thank you and
for as long as this memory lives
so will you
in my heart.

Yang

The mysteries of your inner workings
Your yang to my yin
Tease me
Bring me to know there is no
Knowing you, really

As much as I can guess what you think
How your gears turn
Within
Inside your feelings are opposite
Yet he same

Your strength to my tears
Your determination to my
vulnerability
Not to say I’m not strong, you are
just more powerful

But I like it that way
I’m not afraid
to say
That your prickliness
turns me on

So when you tell me you understand
The way I think
I know
That you don’t really know yin
from your yang

A Life Lived

She started with a salty goodbye. A sayonara of oceanic proportions, in which ships sank and seashells shattered.

And around she went in the arena of ago, an archipelago amass in aromatic ages.

Until at last she settled, safe within the enclosure of a promised land of epic proportions.

And there she landed a lover, who loved her lonely ass.

Years yonder, she yearns for her yesteryear land.

For her lover forgot, and found a flagrant floozy to fuck.

So she dreams, and connects her current conditions, completely crushed

By sorrowful sayonaras, and restless regrets.

Reverie

If the stars will dance
in the atmosphere
and the moon will run rings
’round the earth

If you are beside me
holding my hand
and the love that we share
launches mirth

Then the universe must be
as happy as we
Let us praise the glory
of the sun

In the days of our life
let us always be joined
and the night, with the stars
we’ll be one

Gossamer Dream (Haiku)

Japanese doll

Gossamer Dream

Placed in morning light
Draped in gossamer wishes
I kneel to your pyre

Originally posted March 24/13

Coming Home

As night falls, each day
I see you in a different light
Tired from your broken-assed job
And your stop-gap commute
You rub the back of your neck
And smile at me,
It’s okay

You sip your red wine
at dinner and like a gentleman ask
if I enjoyed my afternoon
And you tip your glass
and nod as your eyes drop
to the buttons nesting just there
And smile at me,
Shall we?

Falling all around you
Your smile, the night,
You prop me up
and we touch and turn
And I see no vulnerability then
Not the rubbing of your neck
Nor the tired look that
weighs upon you

Your power; the silk-covered
marble-like hardness of your
arms that lift and manipulate
my will until,
I know not where I end
and you begin.

Chastise me with you wordless growl
Graze me with your fingertips
Breathe your wine-enduced
last-thrust vitality, with which
you end your day
upon me.
Let me be your chalice.
Come home, to me.