If I gathered each dewdrop glistening on the rose put them to music and with my pen compose a symphony of our souls, a song that holds the key would you stay forever and listen to the notes as we solve the mystery…
“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make. “- John Lennon/Paul McCartney My darling I will leave you with this vow before I break the promise I made, so my lusty thoughts I must forsake
Upon his lips, kissed essence of robust black coffee lingers on her tongue in harmony, mingling with the wine’s lavender syrah eyes closed, yearning for another taste of him.
I will paint flowers on your soul
“A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.”– Billie Holiday I taste hope on your lips with this hot urgent kiss captivated by golden eyes
If I should pass by you on a warm summer’s eve when azure sky is a canvas, awash in soft hues would your eyes shimmer with tears, would you know it’s me?
Her voice rises in a fevered pitch and his a mellow timbre he cajoles to scratch her itch if she promises not to bitch.
Beguiled by playful eyes temptation to kiss lips of lush lavender honey, slips
Dawn’s pink rising on the horizon as you stir in our bed I turn and trace the tattoo long graceful fingers fluttering and dancing down to your core of heat as you stumble from sleep shaking the fog from the long night quaking and…
He, once her lover, shattered all illusions of faith, stabbing her with the brevity of harsh words spewing from his forked tongue, and an utter lack of remorse on his handsome face.
rising sun beckons
His silhouette slides into the moonlit room, I cannot see his face only a fleeting memory gone too soon of another time and place.