who am i

Be gentle people, it has been two months since I attempted to write poetry. There is plenty of rust.

who am i

who are you
her reflection sighs
fogging the mirror
before I can steal a kiss

who am I
the mist dissipates
revealing a garden forgotten
a mirror image of me
two flowers of dark love
sowed in solitude

I soil my face with jasmines
her scent whispers to me
you are my soul
I am the air that you breathe


502 thoughts on “who am i

  1. WOW! And…ok. If that’s rusty, I’m an elephant on ice skates! Seriously….crazy romantic and beautiful….and Your line, “I soil my face with jasmines”, is off-the-charts beautiful!!! Cheers and…..HE’S BACCCCCKKKK!!! 🤗❤️😊


    1. You have me laughing here. Thank you for your generous words.

      a man soiling his face with jasines to remember her.
      I think that is a beautiful gesture and a sign of profound love and desire.
      Thank you for mentioning that line. It made me so happy that you did.

      Stay blessed and inspired. The world needs more ladies like you. ❤️

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      1. My pleasure and I’m so happy I made You laugh!!! Yay! And YES. That line slays me. Completely. Thank You for Your kind words! Stay blessed and inspired as well!!! 🤗❤️😊


  2. Love the first stanza and the last line the most. I’d say, “Way to dust off the rust!” Sorry to read about your complications and the need for further surgery, especially during all this crazy ‘c’ time and in Florida! Take care Drew, you’re in my thoughts and prayers. xx

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  3. Desejo de coração que tua cirurgia seja um sucesso. Farei orações para você.
    Espero que assim que tiver ok, avise.


  4. Hola mi amigo. I’ve been reading some of your works, can I just say each word leaves me dumbfounded. Stunning.
    There’s so much love in those words. There’s an eternal sense of belonging, for some reason too. I cannot explain why, but each word leaves me breathless. It’s so so beautiful.
    “you are my soul
    I am the air that you breathe”
    Ah. Yours poetry can do wonders. And magic to the ears.


  5. Once a poet always a poet! Rusty my foot your still as good as you’ve always been. Here’s to wishing you a speedy recovery!


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