# slapdashsat sharewrit writtenriver inpoems dimpleverse poetry vss benthalos thesmellofwords dsubverse

I love
the love of stillness
the love of gentle words
& passionate touch

I long
for the longing of enoughness
for the warmth
of arms wrapped around arms
bonded in vows & breath

I hold
with a held faith in time
with its ceaseless waves
& the love that brings me ashore

49 148
2023-01-17

Soft lavender secrets
lay deep within
folds of my heart
mine alone
never uttered
hushed silent
wonders hidden from
the world
kept sacred
beneath my smile

15 34
2022-10-05

It reverberates,
this broken sleep,
an umbra pulsing,
blooming over me,
unwanted garth
raveling into
eyes dry,
precious stones
lacking September gems
and May dandelions
when wishes fly,
pounding sickness
into one's tired mind.

4 41
2021-02-27

Crinkles
on the pond,
back and forth
before my eyes,
a screen-less door
to seamless dreams
to the nines,
purple lotuses
drift soft
with sunshine
making stars
round their petals,
until night comes
and they slip below
for sleep
and its settle.

17 61
2021-02-20

Generous fire
bloomed
on the sun,
yet spoke soft
on dewy leaves
tapping, tapping
one another
with the breeze.
I had a sharp longing
for the trembling rhythm
of raindrops
and their demulcent cover
on tenor fluttered skin;
your voice
early morn.

5 30
2021-02-13

Open the clouds
with sunflower selvedge
on days too cold,
taste the peaches
in teas
not quite bold,
fall in love
with turning song
in oceans' blues,
see the little
immortalities
where our light
is past due,
and you will have grasped
courage.

9 37
2021-01-16

His hair reminded me
of sunsets
for a time,
rustling in the wind
like perched robins,
& melodic
as the verse
that never leaves,
but the flames of it
were at mercy
to the seasons
the way the rest of us are,
hues to evanesce
with our coffees.
471

8 39
2020-09-12

Skeleton leaves lined gold
on setting sky,
delicate bones ensnared
on unseen wings
as tiredness lies
down upon fields
where paradise lives,
a seemingly amateur guard
in inked dreams
not glib.
On my way home,
wherever home
may be.
468

12 59
2020-09-05

Childhood carvings
left for future eyes
may still be there,
in a fair purple room
since turned
grey
in unlived air,
where I'd played
slow pressed melodies
on sleepless nights,
waiting for calls
from a boy
I'd never meet
after all his lies.
457

9 48
2020-08-08

Before we knew
strangers
would rather
us burn,
child's eyes held
cat's curiosity
& another's tears
prompted
only kindness,
for the world
hurts
their own way,
heals
their own way,
& I am
homesick
for yesterdays
when tomorrows
were brighter.
450

9 40
2020-07-18

Lips tucked
in apple cheeks,
touch warmed
by honey glaze
through window,
a melody lulling
head stormed
by tireless shrieks,
their voices
hollowed
as softness
billows.
Been a while
since keys
rang my temples,
in a home
that is not
my home.
448

5 33
2020-07-11

Their voice flashes
in muted hues,
lukewarm
on ceramic skin,
making rich
the life in my breaths,
sonorous
the orchestra
from bones within.
Over, beneath, atop, around
those grassy hills
my fingers swoon,
their thought-hushing
billows
buoy.
445

6 39
2020-07-04

Every night
I travel on the silk path
of the Morning star..

With sweet surrender in my heart
following my Enigma,
a sublime, paradox paradigma..

I am the only witness
to my personal
subjective universe...

444

5 19
2020-07-01

Attention drawn
like the fading contour
of cracks
in the pavement
shaded by lamps,
fated to disappear
into itself,
waiting for spring
to sprinkle magic
and flood away
broken mirrors,
for summer breeze
to lift beauty
from their dark.
431

7 48
2020-05-30

Stained white shoes
beneath a weak smile,
she walks slow
in quiescent style,
sipping air
of purple rain,
music moving even
under uneven pain,
pondering why
too much
of anything
would come at all,
desperate
for evils to pass
as they stall.
423

2 40
2020-05-09

A splash of life
swims
on the horizon,
drinking sky's showers
as the world
slowly dims.
Nothing more crisp
than gusts
twisting
with its silver,
dreams dancing away
with all that haunts
in mid winter.
Yet I feel
its cool
will follow into spring.

4 47
2020-05-02





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stretches

to
the
end
of
a
branch

hump
by
hump

and
lifts
itself—

skywards

8 29
2020-04-09

Pieces of us
in melodic howls
curl
into windows,
eyes closed,
lights splayed,
a dark sewn
in rising face.
Are we gone?
Or inside a fray?
I almost see us
in noon sun's waves,
two ribbons
in a bow,
moving toward
glistening haze,
a rumble
in one's throat.
411

6 34
2020-04-05

If only..
I could be
the flower
You want
Gazing at me
with adoration
If only..

7 14
2017-06-08

Let me tie our future
With words
As rare as fairy hair
Golden...
weaved for your pleasure

16 30
2017-05-04