Death
stared down
with dead eyes
from the scaffold,
...
Flooded with romance and fantasy,
I am transported across the miles.
Sweet rhapsody of romantasy!
I dance on the curve of all your smiles.
...
Let me be that lamp in his darkness,
the white ardor that shines on his skin,
the one who writes his way to freedom
as he follows each stroke of my pen.
...
The Scarlet roses blossom and burn.
Virginia cardinals twist and turn.
The sun is shining bright overhead
as Bonnie Blue tints the garden bed.
...
A young girl waits in darkened room,
A flower that’s just begun to bloom,
Lies as if waiting for her groom,
And yet, she’s still a child.
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I paint my lips crimson
and think:
how they bleed like my heart.
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The bird of my heart begins to flutter,
and the breeze of my soul is blowing free.
Velvet dahlias drink the morning dew
sweetly warmed by the first auroral hue.
...
Languished, we lay with one another
in night-sweet passion like lovers do-
nefarious night to never ebb.
Drinking delight in the heart of love,
...
Black is the evening as I try to understand
why love is left lonely, discarded at sea,
so tired as it struggles to reach the land,
drowning in sorrow inside of me.
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The tangled wood reminds me of your hair -
dark like the night and falling in whispers.
Kneeling underneath the sheltering pines,
I sip silence and stroke the memories.
...