following the sun,
past what today brought
the final illumination, stunning.
now to breathe, and
settle pretty,
into what will be
my tomorrow.
the acceptance of new,
where I’ll
inhale my reality,
of watching for you
Tag Archives: Passion
What Existed Once
you
you remind
you remind me
you remind me of,
you remind me of what?
you remind me of what existed,
you remind me of what existed once.
A Reminder
winter is coming
feel his fingers
slide
down, across and
through, I remind
myself.
frost, yes,
changes
how he’d feel on me.
I mustn’t forget
my soul hums
in autumn’s breeze.
Simple One
nature’s simple tone
words weaving throughout my soul
he already knows
A You
If I closed my eyes and saw simple perfection,
there would be a you.
Words sought by princess’, over hills around mountains, were written
and shared by you.
Dreams play out in forms of melodies I’ve never heard,
but belong to you.
Pools of tears welling up
and lying fearless in my eyelids
await you.
Happily ever after didn’t exist
in plain surroundings,
until the belief of you.
Now I seek every moment,
listening humbly,
for a you.
Acquiescence
I’ve conceded
to how easily
I’d have fallen
for you,
had I been
given the chance.
Foolish me, and
damn the truth.
Want
as soft as her delicate skin
proved as pink as her blush
she looks like her lying there
’tis why you want her so much
In A Moments Time
From simple beginnings
A leader, yet not
Self cope, learned not taught
An ache swells against her chest
She, fully aware of the meaning
And where her priorities
Should remain, yet
A glimpse of cerulean,
Through a pristine white sky,
Leaves her swiftly restrained.
Wild daisies across an open field,
Tall prairie grass swaying
Is pictured, visioned longingly
With his strong hand
Pulling her in
Taken, once again
X – Xyst
drag me through
verdant covered angles
with
leaves thriving, cascading.
allow blossoms to reach
my nose. Inhale the beauty
as life is exposed. Take
me back to where
happiness found me.
guide
my spiritual growth;
renew.
Exquisitely Prepared
He slowly wakes her,
quiet, and the only one
as love’s color lays upon velvet petals, he hums.
His hands feel her beautiful,
remarkable, softly serene. His murmur, awakening her scent at dawn, leads her blossoming.
Helios, Titan god of her sun, stretches and whispers she is exquisite, mine and for now, done.
Feeling
do you remember, feeling
the soft brush of a whisper
upon your neck?
gentle thaw of shivers
frozen’s early revealing
i’ll never forget
Duenna
Affluence of purification
Continue reading
Shall We Continue
Purple hues and hushed tones
Obediently inspire a poetess
For as light is required of day
Poetry eases through one’s soul
So who am I to deny life,
Might we humbly continue?
Your Dawning
Carry me, across cerulean
Allow me to dip,
My hazel eyes
Make me your Aurora
I’ll paint a divine sky
And bring you your dawning
Impression
There may be nothing else
Quite like her, beaming
Willing to arch within sunlight,
Spectacular favor.
Candied flora exposed, impressionable, it seems.
Truth be told, if you watch
Her heart exudes passion,
Quite instinctively, efflorescence,
life’s luxury.
Pink Velvet
When the rest have vanished
Visions seem bleak
Find comfort in velvet
Passionate in pink
Hanging
Sinuous connections
Strings of strength
She hangs delicately, upon them
Down, suited best
Visions of hot pink
Soaked
Love dripping slowly
Slitting, yet
Heart growing with ease
Nature administering
Needing to touch
Worthiness in view
Your pleasure
Where SHE Needs HIM To Be…
Asked, ” where does SHE need HIM to be?”
my poetry, as of late, offers questioning.
I don’t know, quite honestly,
I suspect, he knows,
innately.
believing when she is cared for,
love will feel like a drop of dew,
caught,
by a mountain view.
waking a heart from the start,
answering before the questions begin,
functioning on complete trust,
not yesterday’s sins.
HIM will know this heart of hers,
SHE his soulmate,
HIM, the one who understands,
the directions SHE will go, listens.
leading effortlessly, watching ,
with pride,
he already knows,
similar they are inside.
no effort required, mostly,
shouldn’t love be that easy?
HIM and SHE believe in connection
completely,
eternity born from fated opportunity.
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For Shari, who asked me, “What about where SHE needs HIM to be?” I hope this is a sufficient answer. My first follower, now a dear friend, I adore you. I appreciate you watching over me. Thanks for offering a chance for me to ponder your question.
Ready
adroitly groomed, lured
borne, surely waiting
warm breath upon her
a desire to be set free
effortlessly anticipating
where he needs her to be
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 