You smelled like
The sunset
Bathed in
A garden of figs.
A timelessness
And home
A feeling
Among all things.
What a sun
For whom
I fly on
Servant wings!
What sky?
What ocean?
In your eyes
They are siblings
Tag: Love
a kindred moment
You smelled like
The sunset
Bathed in
A garden of figs.
A timelessness
And home
A feeling
Among all things.
What a sun
For whom
I fly on
Servant wings!
What sky?
What ocean?
In your eyes
They are siblings.
thoughts on the responsibilities of the heart
Now when I see you
In my dreams,
As faith leads
Me to believe,
I’d think it was
Meant to be.
If not here
If not now,
I’ll love you through
The witching hour.
farther closer
My mind is a comet
Racing through space
Carried in the hands
Of a cosmic grace.
My words are dancers
Never to be seen
Moments of wonder
Pages in between.
My heart is the earth
Unwavering through time
Bearing every scar
Man could divine.
And you are my gravity
You pull me closer
Somehow ever by me
Somehow farther closer.
Cry, silently
I could hear it in your breath
You were crying inside
The moment was dark…
No reason to hide.
The heaviness crushed you
The weight of the sea
Spills forth from words
So easily.
Look at the stars
Their time becomes your eyes
They fall at your glance
And across your cheeks glide.
I sing
As you leave me
In the night
The city will hear
The song of my love.
It is the war cry
Of a sun
Timeless as it is
Divinely spun,
For man a shelter
For heaven a rug!
Didn’t change
Tori and I
Our feelings didnt change
Yet we played
Our sadistic Game.
When I run my
Hands along my legs
I remember still
How her eyes would dig.
I don’t know
What she was looking for
As long as she was looking
My body was hers.
A far friend
Were I a kiss upon your brow
Wherever you may be,
For a moment on such skin
God has spun so delicately,
I’d find refuge from the wind
Until the wind has taken me
Until again my friend,
I’ll wish I was a lover of thee.
Heretic Persuasion
I do not have time,
For the persuasions
Of heresy!
You have prayed
In the labyrinth
Of my temple.
You have bathed
In the heavenly waters
That shower my garden.
You came to me mute
And I gifted you
With the language of my heart!
All that has left
All that has left
So silently,
Wanders among weeds,
Savors sweat as wine
And carnal company…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
All that has left,
Parted with the wind,
And the warmth beneath
The dearest wing.
Sing…
Sing…
Sing…
What of the eastern sun
Which never sets?
What of the whispered tongue
Upon a lovers lips?
I know love
Lets no wicked rest.
And I know grace
Weighs heavy
Upon my chest.
ahorsealone 
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