You do know I love you.
Know that I care….
Regardless of how your life went because in my book, we ended up together despite the controversy in spite of all that God created; you were meant for me and I was made for you.
I love you because you saw right through my own self.
A secret?
I probably wasn’t ready either.
I could feel you leave. And knowing you’d go is not that easy.
I hope you know that when I am touching you I basically feel warmth. Like that.
To hold you near me would probably be the greatest miracle you could give me.
To count the constellations on your back one by one…..
To someday name our children and then send them to school as we grow old together celebrating them.
With me dying with you as we take our last breaths and hold each other. Our bodies close and our hands and our hearts intertwined.
A secret?
I shudder at your touch as you give me butterflies.
Only you can make the blossoms bloom and the flowers wilt.
a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA
The desert was like the dead.
Scorching hot in the fiery sunshine.
You were like a river that flowed through the underground and it was softer beneath the bottom unlike an ocean bed.
Out of all the things I could have said,
You could have been mine.
The only thing that was alive; the only thing that was not dead.
You re my desert flower where the water had led.
As I swam through the waters looking for the perfect rose, the desert flower was a sign.
A sign that to be alone was to live a tragic life and tread where no other had ever tread.
I’ve looked throughout the flower bed.
I took the narrow path down the thin line.
And I’ve laid many a soul down to rest instead.
I have finally realized that souls of many had bled.
Underneath the gunfire where souls could never have the contract unbind for the fiery sword of justice to forever dine.
Everything lay still and beauty had lay in the dead.
Everything was finely turned into the deserted river’s bed.
Where the road lay was the river’s line.
And that was all that was left forevermore unsaid.
And that was where the river had led.
a villanelle, in which the rhyme scheme is ABA ABA ABA ABA ABA ABAA
There was a river where a desert had been
and the river had once flowed with life.
It showed that it once was a place of sin.
The river and he road that stretched along it was together parallel or akin.
The waters pure and blue yet quicksand lurked beneath the waters and the valley beyond that were interlocking like a husband and a wife.
No doubt where the river flowed and flowers bloomed where it had been.
When you looked at me as I told you that you just had to grin.
I had a dream that you had told me all the adventures of your life.
About your travels through myth and legends and how I was soon to have your kin.
I don’t know how or where you had been;
But I love everything about you and I will continue to love you like I was your wife through your pillages and your strife.
Please say you’ll love me for a man who listens to the wind and soul and of your haunted heart full of djinn.
I loved you by the river that once flowed through the desert where you’ve been.
The deserts full of sand were full of animals and lush, green wildlife.
Waiting to wake again before the sun came and had brung wind, sand, dust and time in.
The souls of the many people who lived in the desert where life and the river had once been could not compare to the land where they’ve once had been said to fill the land with hatred and sin.
The heat was hot, the ground dry with no signs of life.
The desert waiting to be awakened again in the land of sin.
Looking for purity; looking within.
No matter how far we are you are always in my heart.
There was nothing more romantic than the rain pattering on the streets and on the sidewalks. The smell of fresh grass and water as it created a pattern of little dots on the tar of the street.
It was so serene to feel the pain of love…. The way he just loved me there. In the rain that sounded serene and calm.
The pain surging, outpouring from my chest in a fast-paced melody. Oh to hear the melodious sound like clockwork that pulsed through my ears.
As water tricked down a nearby gutter. My heart broke as he had loved me in his eyes as he turned for the last time to walk away.
I love you and I
shall leave you loved until you
come back home for me.
There is a river that turns to fire under the nights when the moon is full. On that night I lost you.
But then like a phoenix you were reborn into someone new. A soldier that was always calm like water but his soul was profusely on fire.
Your eyes are like lava in a heatwave. Your heart is like the water I drink. Pure and exhaustingly full of life’s gifts.
Your love is tender in the night as your sighs hold me in some holy breath of heaven’s smile.
But the river I speak of gives me butterflies. It is like your heart and your soul. Your heart is on fire and your soul is like water.
You may think you are simply simple but you yourself are not.
You love your coffee with tea without cream, sugar or milk and you are blessed with constellations on your back.
All seven of those stars create Pollux.
Some say you’re cursed with seven devils and some say you’re made of moonbeams and stars and stardust and lights that never go out.
I’m in love with you and you think you are not cared for and that you are unlovable when in fact, you are a complex being who questions love like I question my faith.
You don’t care how you like your tea but I know it’s matcha with coffee that you like to have piping hot with breakfast when it’s supposed to be nighttime.
There’s a light in you that may never go out, and if I could write a book on how big your heart is, dozens of novellas still wouldn’t even be able to fit.
And maybe this is how all girls think because they think they know you.
Do they know that you long to taste my mouth to fulfill your longing?
Do they know you wish for me to read your mind to fulfill your needs?
That you want me for your own?
Do they know you’ve died six times and came back alive and that your seventh devil was the reincarnation of your face through our child?
Did you know that I could be your seventh devil that could love you better and tell you truths that unveil the uncharted?
Do they know???
If so, what did they know?
Did they think to know you?
You dream of me silly.
How could they and I not know you by now?
You are an uncharted realm I wish to see stars with.
Uncharted territory that you are, I wish to be within you.
And that would be divine.
He was the kind of man who loved books and writing and literature….
A well versed man in the science of how he composed poetry….
I love how you can just look me in the eyes and just love me there….
And how you could just write a damn good paper underneath all your warmth.
His face was a classic Don.
He had a way of making me laugh with butterflies in my stomach and tight knots in my heart.
If I was any closer to heaven it would be in his eyes watching me
slowly
undress
myself.
He had the kind of face that could steal hearts, break them and still be able to make you blush like a young girl.
He had a way with words that could seduce any heart.
He was a protective man with stories that made my heart break and made me laugh at the same time.
He could make well springs out of a woman’s heart that had turned to rock.
He could make a heartbreaker a good woman and he had a wonderful way of doing just that.
He had a way of growing flowers out of someone’s heart….
He was my hero.
And you see me in black and white….
You figure me out like nothing had ever happened in the world to you that wasn’t damaging you.
You’re like my Monday mantra, my gladiator.
I swear to you I will love you until I die.
“It’s not a bad life, it’s just a bad day.” The stranger said as she approached him.
She had wanted to tell him that his sadness was for nothing.
She wanted him to know that he could do anything he ever wanted.
This stranger felt his sorrow inside his soul.
Within him, he knew that this woman couldn’t live within him so he talked to others instead and the stranger had soon left.
Another strange girl came, but the stranger knew that this was once in a lifetime.
“Soon I will be married to another man and you will not like that.”
“Likewise.” He had responded.
She loved him in some ways like a caregiver should because she didn’t want to break his heart because she couldn’t love him like that.
She saw the sides of him no one else had seen before.
The adventures he wanted to have inside the heart of someone special.
He knew that her body was a wonderland and he had wanted to explore her as she climaxed in his bed.
He wanted her to see him.
To touch him.
To know him.
Somebody to understand.
And do the stranger left not knowing that he would be looking for another chance to see her again.
To see him.
To touch him.
To know him.
To understand.
He is like a key that turns my locks in my body in the heat.
The match that strikes a fiery star as it falls and trembles inside my earth, burrowing itself in my core.
I love having his luscious body in my garden of daisies.
I love how he looks at them arching generously.
He radiates heat on them like the sun.
Inhaling and nestling them only because it sends tingles beneath my pulsating lips as I long to kiss him.
He is the cause and start of everything.
I know it gets hard
but it gets harder everyday
without you now…..
Does she love the idea of love? Of course not. It had made her a bitter lunatic living on the fact that you could sell love for free and get high off of life.
She sells love like she sells souls for free.
You knew that there was hope didn’t you but you didn’t think that you could be loved although you were already didn’t you? You were selfish and unforgiving of your past transgressions and of yourself. I blame you for that….
A military brat…. Hooray. they just wanted more and all you had to do was join the military knowing that you did it for yourself and other people…. I missed you for that and I began to hate you and waited for you outside.
Men wear many masks,
But also, so do women.
The muse of dance, song and visions just weeps and weeps in the city of bones till twilight hit.
And does anybody know that I like to map and trace the birthmarks on your back that were my constellation of stars beyond infinity?
Go wherever the light follows emotionally to save your mortal soul….