Tag: love poem

Amours d’Été

When i dream of you
my back tenses
my heart aches
i can’t help but take
a moment
to picture your lips,
my finger entwined
in the depths of your curls
a sigh
a smile
a safety
a longing
a love…

barely breathing
a shaky acknowledgement
of our deepest
desire
i can feel your
softness, your warmth
on me, around me,
against me, within me
so many versions of you
to undress and
impress

you and i
are birds of a feather
both black and unassuming
but radiant in the light
i see your colours
and i long to paint them
on my canvas and my heart
with my tongue
my fingers
my gentle love
focus for a moment
and feel me
pressed against you
soft breasts
warm bellies
gentle touches
trembling thighs
a sensory feast
at your fingertips
dance with me
sway, sway
let the rhythm guide
the slow motions
of our explorations

i dream of you
like one longs for
warm beaches
and sunset serenades
you occupy my thoughts
but you’re not a dream
you’re raw fire,
complexity fueled by beauty
of mind and spirit
a sibling of softness
too rarely held
in strong arms

we only exist
inside the darkness
of my mind
but to me,
you are the light;
even my fantasy can’t
dim your brightness
you’re electric
eclectic
filled with life
hiding just beneath
the surface
some days,
i’m so in love with you
it hurts
to breathe
a lump in my throat
a pit in my stomach
a whisper in my mind

more than anything
i want to hold you
up above the clouds
help you shine
brighter than the sun
i want to see you
smile wider than a cat
relax into my arms
after a long day
hear your breathing slow
against my chest
as you gently close
your eyes and drift
off to sleep
i want to discover you
while you discover
yourself;
i want to earn your
heart while you
fill up your cup
with my love.

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Whispers

she felt like home,
but my home
was a destitute palace
of mixed feelings
and misunderstandings;
how many hearts shattered
within the confines of our walls;
broken dreams
and bruised egos

another dance to be danced
without knowing how to lead;
we veered and teetered
occasionally finding our footing
in the form of hopeful futures
and faraway places

Crafting similarities
like one casts spells in the dead of night
we sought out reflections
in pools of half-truths
but like deer in headlights
we could never fully grasp
the vastness of the painting

Though heartache and held hands
we wanted to climb mountains
and break barriers
free us from ourselves,
with writhing realities biting at our heels

We burned each other at the stake
shot blame like bullets
hid in the caves of our hurt
incapable of reaching up and out
beyond the stories in our bodies

In time, perhaps we’d have seen
each other
been able to meet somewhere
in the middle
instead of losing ourselves
in the distance

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Fabricated Sorrow

What is it, about being a woman
that drives us, to feel lust
nay, neediness, longing, expectations
of the opposite sex
to WANT, to need, to succumb
to loving us?

It’s like taking the first hit;
wanting every moment
to inevitably feel like the next.
A drug of the heart, a survivalist’s wet dream,
suddenly the nightmare of the other.

I loathe the void I’ve created
within the absence you’ve brought;
the coward who parades around
as a hearty lion, navy suit astounding
the driver of slumber long deceased
brought back to life in a dusty dream.

Nothing is everything,
it all resonates like bass hitting a temple
wishing for change, but unwilling to understand;
the dance slowly dies
as the reality of one love lost
bites the dust, of poetic abstinence.

Heed a lonely cry, in the distance
a single ring on a finger
symbolism of something so untrue
it might as well be dead.

I’ll die too young
to see the fruition of your honesty.

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