Come find me
Forsaken Bride to; a shipwrecked Captain, longing for a love buried by the Sea. Windy serenade hurled fast on open doors. Hasten the fall with spoils dredged for a cure. Poseidon caresses his Beloved’s shores, pressure foams and laps a crashing love, tossing the clumsy end over, fading the scum to the floor, leaving nothing in the way.
Soft has left the Earth plunder fills the rest. My failed yesterdays strut a wake of spent measures. Love Rhymes learned from chamber pots where catalogues of un-tapped pleasure lose luster quickly, failing trembled speech. Salty recollection streaks untainted cheeks.
We love and lose intactness, for in love lies death of one. Quelled Anticipation caps breath un-splurged, feeble squeak leaks a calling from Beating hearts fluttered rush of sickness resting in tomorrow’s gut holding Spirits of past and future generations packed away beyond the Divine, too many moons removed from His Grace, wondering why I didn’t just stay?
My “just passing through” Silhouette lingered in the doorway, lost in transitory thought between there and here, begging a slow leave on a journey to start something beyond sufferance floating poison through my veins.
Mystique sways beauties from destined ways away.
Because dusty magic speeds desire through provocative curves of a forestalled promise and it’s the only pulse I feel! Though I am alien to this world and live sheltered by Angel’s grace, I am reachable.
Because where I’m going is a journey meant for two.
Because hidden Noble Prince, destiny doesn’t live behind the pages in a book, I had to find the real beyond Pretty flowers kept in a glass for looks, Safe in worlds where roses never bloom.
I can still my undoing on this road that leads to where you are. Whatever wanders curled in parchment colored wonder scrawled on maps outside my world; so breech these walls I pray. Can you show me your face that’s etched into my mind, make me believe this madness brings me to that part of you that reshapes all the wreckage. So, I scream deep and low from this silent black room cornered out of the world which looks like a bus- stop.. Love could be just you & me in this rain where life is to the death or die disgraced. Stand here with me!
I think in the deepest context, Love could feel like death grip clutching shoulders of Strength, Chiseled imperfection liberating life from the clink of bearing down dragons slashing backs.
Love fills to an overflowing choking Cupid’s smile speaking tainted irrelevance. The whole…Wished for emotionally charged ‘apple stem tied up in knots’ by some new person concept administered like a buddy bruise, ignited with one word hurling sanity south. A toed line of experimental insanity pushed o’er the edge sending walls crashing to exits beyond breath. Spurred by flighty lust not erased easily with soap… and water drowning anything pure in a sea-current of high maintenance demands rewound over backlogs of jammed up chapters.
Charmed will throw what’s dangled in reverse, blasting blockage, calling forth the coward clutching crumbs of thickened air sparked by abrasive Sharp retorts balanced on a swear!
Crucible passionate chasm between two; Love is a fault in me and a fascination in you. The naive confined to love by the profitable green from red dozens. A cheap suited Lawyer tramples frailty Like beds of roses frivolously crushed by hurried foolishness. Ducking behind the god’s statues hoping they don’t notice their rare moments sold for a Dollar; The Frog Prince stands in the multitude directing pond traffic from his sewage drain. The player tripped over his secret replacing Viola’s name with Juliet. Fearful gasps of cursed night stings a screeching truth: crying like a brat, watching the battle stall, while failed yesterday pave a new road with the same wood used to burn the bridge. Nothing tender, nothing to treasure. By my side Cupid lies with images of what love is not.
My reflection overshadowed by slumber land; where I’ve spent lifetimes living with you, laughing with you, dying with you; soaking heated nights of wordy fights laying our love bed with “Can you hear me?” too softly whispered from screaming depths within where deep roars o’er powered by the rain spelling out the meaning…. I love you I hear you I need you, even when your gone I feel you…we don’t have to journey on our own. Come and find me.
What an intricate maze of words! You have painted a colorful story. Mysterious!