Love trembles when your eyes bloom,
“Find me where nothing finds room.”
So love is lost and confused,
For that which is chosen cannot choose.
Tag: Love
your hand
What is wonder but my eyes in your hand?
My whispers running through your hair
Are the childish grievances I see
When your hand finds a shoulder to sleep.
Hush
Hold me in your eyes,
Tell me lost stories,
If ever I say “i”,
Hush me with kisses, not worries.
She gave in later hours
She gave in later hours,
On a parting lovers lip,
Her kiss like cinnamon,
And tears of mother’s milk.
What have men to do,
Drunk and in her manner?
Where was I to go,
Beside her childish candor?
her memory
There is a warmth in memory
Of which I will not spare thee
Be it then or what follows
The former and its fathers
I think I wouldn’t let her go
How oft we find that witch to hold…
Evening Tea
I have tasted your sent
In a warm glass
Of lemon tea.
Your sweetness held me
In a passing warmth,
Likened to the morning sun.
And so… I watched,
Sculpted by the wind,
My village withering
In the words of our past.
Young Language
Our love is punctuated
When language becomes a word
For our bickering spirits.
We are two birds
Beating our wings
Against the others’ wind.
When you would say my name
With me, I had known
Your heart, my pen… a poem.
When you would say my name,
I had it all…a home.
❤
Waiting
What of your wine have I taken,
If never I your stem have shaken?
I’d wait till you’d for reasons sway,
Be it even … angrily,
And drops traced your petaled lip,
Leaving little to let one sip.
Sky
Amongst the heavens,
Space between my emotions,
Passes just slower.
ahorsealone 
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