2. Youāre the thorn in my rose
and red, youāre the red rose in my blood.
Stuck by you - I bleed kissesā¦
ā¦ onto the handmade rice paper
of the floral wrapped airā¦
6. Two interconnected networked
systems.
In Symantec/ simultaneousā¦
Weā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦
ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦download and upload each
other- in synchronized-
foreplayā¦of our flash drivesā¦
8. I Adore You
I lay here sleepless, adore you,
ā¦Living life as your wife-
ā¦Bursting with rose filled fantasies-
ā¦Writing love poems in rose red
blood-
Spurting in arterial flow- the
wordsā¦ā¦You areā¦ my life.
12. Shadowed love-
dappled by moonlight-
swears eternity-lightly kissing the petal skin of your
face
Pictured and framedā¦all of our feelingsā¦
ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦to function in pairs.
Reflecting back at usā¦our love
14. Like an Opening Bud
My eyes stare at you ā
curled like an opening bud, asleep;
stare at - your loved loverāsā¦ form ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.and burns.
I ache to lick all of the freckles off of
your back.
Words that you spoke to me, planted in me-
with your eyes-during the day
ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦stretch open a chasm within meā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦.
that yearns
16. To invade your shellā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..in
play.
To see youā¦.to see as you see.
To feel youā¦to feel as you feel.
To know our loveā¦.as you know)
our love
18. You Gave Me
You gave me a single red rose every weekā¦
Then I told youā¦to also give
white.
The red roseā¦signifies our passionā¦ and our
fervent hearts. The whiteā¦ signifies Eternity-
20. ā¦ Your Presence Felt Your presence felt,
impressing itself, caressing, trying
to stay close- sitting behind me in
ā¦the chair. Outside white ice falls
down in thanksgiving through
ā¦the air.
21. Your eyes flaming out to reach the spot on
my neck that waits for youā¦lingering
over an image of a red rose.
Thrown down in the snow, the
red rose beats.
23. The Sound The sound
The sound of the waterfallās
of the shot roar
through my heartā¦ over the gorgeā¦
as our eyes ā¦ every timeā¦
met. you look at me now. The
sound of silenceā¦as you hand me one single white
rose.
25. Every night as you sleep,
I lay like a white seal pup, curled against the glacier of your
back.
I lay with the wide open black eyes of deep
water that runs under the ice and swim through
the pool of the night of youā¦ until the pink rose of the
dawn flutters in your handā¦
andā¦ you kiss me awake.
27. This Singing ofā¦
This singing of a rare roseās loveā¦
alert, sweet in its dewy freshness.
This is you and will always be
youā¦as our time together grows-
higher, wider, bigger, deeper.
The secrets of our loveā¦
a deep carved coral red
29. lovely, unbidden rose.
This is you and will always be youā¦
asā¦time stands stillā¦ in your loveāsā¦stance
smelling so intoxicating and sweet
ā¦wound round my pulseā¦
33. If
If the rose enclosed in amberā¦
and smelling of myrrhā¦
within its deep throated chambersā¦
is not youā¦and my dearest loveā¦
Then who?
I know it is you.
43. ā¦ You, Half-Awake
You half-awake with bannered
needā¦curl deeper
in my armsā¦ E.T. needing to phone
home.
Your sonar-ed singing whaleā¦
travels half the world to ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦..
find me.
45. How much pie can I eat?
Waking up Saturday morningā¦You cling warmed
and sweetā¦to meā¦
The cat curled up in the nest on top of us
ā¦while outside
the first and crystal snow storm takes formā¦and
in the vase, the red rose flaunts its love
verses ā¦singing loudly, redly, sweetly
-running with the juices of ā¦ a chorusing almond
cherry pie.
47. White Rose
The snow lies blanketing the ground.
I lay blanketing you.
The sweet caress of white light on your shoulderā¦
ā¦is my caressā¦ā¦the white rose.
49. In a clinging gown of light
ā¦the day arrives on time-putting on a
necklace
comprised of your smile and opening
eyes-
which with fond embracing lock- clasps
around my life in a shining constant of
repetitious glamour-
50. a glow paid for in installments- of
words and loving exchanged ā¦
between us ā¦daily
52. The first cup of coffee
for which
I am almost ready/not ready
but here you areā¦cup in handā¦a knight of cups.
You smile eagerlyā¦ jump starting my battery
giving answers to questionsā¦that Iām not ready
to even think about asking yetā¦not ready by
long dripping dropsā¦to give up yetā¦but
here you areā¦cup in handā¦servant of love
54. I have changed a changeling for the
worstā¦but you have remained as
constant-as the tides that the moon
pulls to my gravity. You have remained
in the swoon of first love-as I have
become unknown to myself.
55. Youāve mapped my love-charted it with
your compass-that has its hands stuck
on True North/
on a True Heart.
59. You are pages of love
ā¦You are pages of love
taking me to worlds whereā¦
You are kings and kingdoms of loveā¦
(Always bringing out my response)
60. Youāve used all of your best andā¦
Youāve used all of your best andā¦
most faithful dogsā¦to follow and track me
through the polar wastes and freeze of
ā¦any problem or hurt.
63. How close I feel to you!
How close I feel to you!
No longer a Zen pristine lone self, No
selfā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦ā¦
the Sound of one hand clapping self.