You know how I know you are for me?
When I see your face I am happy
not for the things we do together
or the time we spend together
for I love the me being with you!
Tag: love
V – Kiss Collection
The morning sun mantles
the ivy-twined house
Her face meets his warmth
and yet is still too early
for the piecing shards
to lance her umber orbs
Her craving lips part to
drink in all his affection
The lone house shimmers
in the sun-poured adoration
Kismet
you’re from out of space
among the diamond rain
just crash into me
Breeze
You are like a breeze that
eases the turmoil
from
burning hurts
You are like a breeze that
wraps me around
in
sure security
You are like a breeze,
the most flirtatious of
all atmospheres
You are like a breeze that
belongs to
my
ocean pull
Over promised, under delivered
came across an old diary entry
‘You are always on my mind’
truth be told
I haven’t thought about you
for years
In your presence
If I am sure of
the warmth of the sun on my skin,
raindrops on my lashes,
echoes of my voice….
then I am sure of
you came through dreams to my reality.
Natural High
lazy Sunday noon
bathe our limbs in the sun
on a checkered picnic rug
our giggles grow into
uncontrollable hysterics
two timid souls
dismantled by
the chemistry of laughter
behind the chuckles
there is throaty longing
the childlike energy
flows between breaths
try to
catch the uncatchable
contain the uncontainable
avoid the inevitable
how often
we let loose
let our guard down
let another please us
in the most
innocent form
of encounter
Shadow box
I moved country, continent, hemisphere
I fit my life into a suitcase
I came naked
I will go naked
It is one suitcase too much
memory fades
happy or sad
we live momentarily
eventually memory loss
what do I hold dearly
will I recognise
the you and me once been
in the shadowbox
chained around my neck
the picture will be so blur
in my failing mind
the shadow box will be so worn out
by the fiddle of my fingers
you perhaps will be long gone
with my smile imprinted to
your soul
Bluebird
a lone bluebird
glides across the prairie
flapping his vibrant wings
to survey his love
“Touch your lips with a magic kiss
And you’ll be a bluebird too,
And you’ll know what love can do”
will love bring you to me
my northern bluebird
if I walk about in the plains
leaving sparse scent trails
will you land on my shoulder
touch my lips with a magic kiss
and will I be a bluebird too,
and we’ll know what love can do
Carousel
How many times have you picked up
my suitcase from the airport carousel?
They are exactly the times we spent
our sweet honeymoons.
When they ended, we returned to our independent lives.
People comes and goes like a revolving door.
Not one distracts us from each other
for each journey ends
each planning for another honeymoon starts.
The circle of life manifests in our love
like children enjoy the merry-go-round.
Flicker of Thoughts 