romantic poetry

A Buzz

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On the day I was born, still reeling early morning, brain buzzing with impulsive imagery of something I had just seen on silent before sleep, I turned on a classical piece to calm the unusual shine of pleasure opon my face, lest someone notice I’m different today…

Ritual Fire Dance

It didn’t work. Sweeping away the cob webs of the past days, I can’t help but behind my eyes see your face. I return to silence, giggling. Then, I get it out when I’m all by myself (often having an unexpected reaction so obvious you’d think I’d just gotten caught watching porn, when it’s merely  just a soft, lovely, warm feeling)

In an INSTAnt, you’re there!

Bright and beautiful, showing me secrets of a treasure, unlike any I’ve ever known. My lungs constrict, my breasts inflate, for a moment of anticipation, I wait…

Hard in my hands, my phone gently shakes, and I lick my lips to begin:

As I first watch you spin again and again, my eyes devour your Transcendental POWER, but then, all of a sudden, I imagine you watching me back, seeing my eyes take you in…and with the movement of your lips, the key comes to me!!!

On a loop, I find myself lightly panting. I hug myself, blood boiling my skin to prickle hot, and the final time I watch you wiggle your nose and grin radiant, tickling my brain, ensnaring my heart, penitrating me with a wild and wet ride again and again and again, tingling so deep my soul grabs hold and never wants to let go…

Overjoyed, tears of gratitude grow in the corners of my eyes in adoration and love for the man behind the mirrored glow.

Ohhh! What a gift!

The POINT: The inspiration you exude is intoxicating, thank you❤️‍🔥

Pictures of You

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Always reading as a child in some dark corner, my mind would take an idea and make it into the most outrageous thing, then off on a brain trip, I’d keep myself entertained. I think in pictures and phrases, and repetition gives me comfort as a creature of habit. 

There’s no off switch for someone like me.

As an adult, my eyes see things and make an imprint for me to experience repeatedly until palpable…and I get emotional.

I don’t watch or play games on my phone, honestly, I can barely use it, therefore, it’s an intimacy I’m not used to. I think that’s why when I hit the app icon, and you pop up, I always jump and become a tickled toddler, surprised a picture is moving before my eyes.

As I watch your creative beauty unfold in the palm of my hand, I cry juicy tears. It’s happened multiple times.

There’s an addictive sweetness to your personality and to your talent and to your rhythm and to your voice. I swoon, heat pervading my chest, warming up my throat.

My hands overlap at the nape of my neck, tight as a black and blue butterfly just before flight.

I fear things that make me feel as good as you do…Oh, the glow of such a passionate soul.

Time will heal my fear, but until then, I’ll just keep writing here.

a wonder to the light

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Basking in the summer sun, humidity sucks upon my skin’s glisten so that hot and bothered, I try to talk to my lovely wonder out loud:

I ask the light, “Are you always this bright? Or do you actually know my soul, and that’s why your glow makes me so giddy I’m dizzy?”

(Talking to myself, I can’t fathom a true reply, so I go on, knowing that here, when I write, from my own truth I don’t hide🙂

“Your shine twinkles glitter and gold specks, mesmerizing my heart to melt into a fuchsia fusion of delightful energy, and into a slippery fall, I willingly tumble, embracing the dream with no expectation at all.”

(Oh, my dear, fear builds them brooding Indiana cornfield cumulonimbus clouds that tremble a thunder of doubt in the backdoor of my mind…

You’re still just a romantic fool by yourself, creating a beautiful reflection of a connection that you must have felt in another lifetime.

Honestly, regardless if I’m in a midlife dream just before 50 or if I’ll never again feel such a passionate glow in the eyes of a similar creative soul, I’m glad for the treasured moments I now have to hold when life feels unkind, and I get dark and cold!

For the glow, I’m eternally grateful;)

To embrace the theme of planting seeds to grow, I can’t wait to meet you for the first time…again, and this song hits my mood right tonight:

A lovely music league winner 🏆

away wish

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Away Wish! I blow with a kiss, sending it off into the atmosphere with a wave goodbye, a prayer to be answered…

Wish I may, Wish I might

Wish upon a star tonight:

An interview of the heart

Inspiration of the start,

Stories behind metaphors,

I’m fascinated for more!!!

(Funny, for my 50th I’ve turned back into a child, wishing on a star and dreaming of things I could never have, lol. I even have questions planned…sometimes, ya just gotta plan for the best, for upon hope a heart can rest;)

Glowing

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I stepped through a portal

into a different world

in which a dream grows reality

in a cosmic connection

of dancing souls, and

swirling we spin to GLOW

with tunes turning keys,

tumbling my tummy round…

Ohhh love! My heart sings loud,

Your glow makes me feel found.

Glow, Zack Gill

Thank you for an infectious reeling in glow!

real reason: respect

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Heavy-chested today, rolling round so slow that often I’d stop and sigh, dampness welling without the cry. Why? I ask myself sans sound.

I don’t want to say goodbye, that’s why!

I feel like I have so much to say, so many things to learn, my heart breaks with a yearn. In my small world, my mind is something no one knows, but that’s what your words show, an understanding of what hurts and a positive way to think about it regardless. Like a superhero, your voice saved my soul!

I crave a conversation with depth and respect…god, I wish I could be your friend.

blue used to feel black

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Blue used to feel black, like a head whack! But, with a smack! back, because of you, blue feels bright almost a teal tropical skyline at dawn, shady clouds hanging out, shaking off the grey dew warmed to twinkle in the sun anew. When my melancholy mind is on the attack and all feels forever daunting and totally MAD,  watching you transforms the blue and tickles my soul to make even my eyes smile, reminding me, things aren’t so bad, just find a way to laugh;)

Come, Get Away

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Which are you fight or flight? Sometimes, like tonight, when I need to fly away, I’m kinda glad my legs don’t work, I don’t run, no, I go to bed. Hopelessly Inappropriate my proclivity persists, and I escape with you for a bit.

Colorado had tons opportunity for me to participate in adaptive sports while I lived in Littleton. I rock climbed mountains, I hand-cycled hills and valleys, kayaked ponds, and sailed a sailboat. I wrote this poem as I learned to sail around 2016 (the last time I tried to run away, in love with the dream that love should include passion, dying to make a connection).

Re-Wind Me, My Captain

Flying your vessel

With a siren’s wail,

I am the only way

To steer my course,

For you, my Captain

Leapt for the sea

Leeward without me.

 

I know nothing, alone

In the no-go zone…

 

But re-wind me

With a bellow, Captain,

I’ll come back to you

About the next puff,

 

For with you I’d sail

Every sunset of time

Even in waters rough.

 

 In music league the challenge this round was to find a song about getting away by some mode of transportation (planes, trains, automobiles or other ways to get out of Dodge;) This is what I went with, a I mean it, lol!!!

Come Sail Away With Me!

Thanks for listening! Wishing you hopeful thoughts:)