Friday, June 27, 2014

POETRY: MY BLOOD FLOWS OF YOU

At times I feel as if my blood flows of you,
my heart and mind no longer know what to do.

I am under a spell from your injection of affection
and our bodily connection.

You show me the ways, put me in a daze,
and you never cease to amaze.

I find myself uttering words from deep within,
never realizing that you were the reason I learned to love again.


2


I ache for you...

As the minutes crawl slowly by,
I pine to hear your voice again,
so soothing and warm.

I ache for you...

My heartstrings stretch
across the solitary miles,
tentacles of love
yearning to twine with yours.

I ache for you...

Longing for the day
the eyes that have stared at me
from your photograph,
will gaze into mine, for real.

I ache for you...

Yearning, with the knowledge,
that only your touch, your kiss,
and your sweet caress
will dispel the shadows of loneliness.

Do the gut wrenching pangs of love
afflict you, as they do me?
As I lie awake at night...

I ache for you.




3


Guide me home, to where you are.
Guide me home, it can't be far.
Guide me home, to a loving place.
Guide me home, to your caring face.
Guide me home, where my love can be reflected.
Guide me home, to my warm bed.
Guide me home, where I can rest my weary head


4


love...
the depth of a human soul
the humility of a contrite heart
a fervent laughter
a sparkling tear
fragrance of a nostalgia
a soulful music
brilliance of a million lights
magnificence of a sunrise
a kingdom among the clouds
an enchanting fantasy
all the colors of wild imagination
a child's wish
a dream come true
a noble quest
the pride of triumph
the inner peace
the beauty of life
an eternal bliss
the infinity, and beyond...



5


I see her standing there,
Like a red rose
in the soft winter snow.

I want to reach out and touch her,
But something keeps me
Something beyond my own will.
Is it the feeling of rejection?
The feeling that is only on my behalf
in this perilous relationship.

I stare into her eyes,
Getting a glimpse of galaxies,
A glimpse of beauty within beauty.

I want to tell her that I love her,
But I can't.
I feel like I am imprisoned,
And she is my keeper.
I want to escape her grasp,
But I can't.

I can only stand here,
Watching the one who unknowingly
stole my heart, walk away.

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