Love Is Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

LOVE IS
When you fall from the heavens and the hands of her eyes embrace you.

Love is singing on rivers of fires as you melt the captive hearts of oppression.

Time took away your walk on summer nights and your breathing started to expire.

Love is swimming on your mind to unleash the graves of life to occupy your room.

Unfaithful pains have entrapped her security and prisons of walls claim her smiles.

Love is developing her touches to enhance her showers of broken dreams from within.

Sinking in the hollow of her silhouette, the danger of her body explodes in foreign affairs.

Love is caressing her nature for defilements to produce wholeness without despair.

Holding onto the silence in the winds, her lips call for his untamed purpose to surpass her.

Love is finding her storms to walk through without the knowledge of concentration.

Looking out beyond time, her meditation explores the salutation of her love in her offspring's.

Love is catching rainbows with her sway to behold the beauty of her intelligence with spells.

Raindrops of kisses from her clouds propelled her toward the moon for the doves' announcement.

Love is missing the heat from the coals of her safe haven to arrange the night with instruments.

Pools of magic and she diverts the calamity with her spoken walk of untold conquers.

Love is abiding with hearts that quench the pillows of dreams that the stars collected.

Drinking the lost note that the moon seduced, she uncovers the veil of secrets that feared her.

Love is finding endless walls to surmount when you sail upon destruction that brings you closure.

Matters of the heart declined to whisper to the love that corralled the myth of forbidden love.

Love is unfolding the layers of textured paths of beaten souls to find rest in the dew of the morning.

Shift shaping with smiles of anarchy, the womb of ungratefulness is stored in the deep cyclone of despair.

Love is allowing the fire to burn incestuous hopes of seeds that burn beneath the core of her dreams.

Holding hands of flowers that abandon her with lies of honesty and travailed her to the next dimension.

With lost eyes in the canyon of kisses, her walk tormented her with unrehearsed words of incarceration.

Love is without fear of love, love is transparent in love, love is action in love and love is unconditional.


December 19,2014