sunsets in my soul
her metaphor grazed my lips
reminding me of an island breeze
that trembles my flesh
untouchable words
rejuvenating my heart
as they slowly fill me
with warm verses making me whole
illuminating my days
until they set in my soul
in the whispers of palm trees
my mind wanders aimlessly
like algae on the sea
beneath my rolled-up khakis
warm waves crash upon my feet
reminding me of…..sigh
a gentle caress
trembles my skin
underneath my white shirt
I turn to reach for her
my hands grasp an island breeze
paradise is lost
she is the treasure I never had
sand seeps from longing fists
I call her name
as her silent giggles echo
in the whispers of palm trees
Photo taken by me.
Another post was scheduled for today, however, this poem was created moments after a romantic Saturday evening, thus the last minute change. (Imagine dozens of little red hearts and one bottle of wine here).
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There is a street beyond hopes and dreams
where our passions will be the only theme
A beaten path that leads to your beating heart
paradise where love has no end once it starts
There is a glorious country with peaks no valley
Where currency will be the kisses we shall tally
We will reside in this utopia through the years
Write poetry as I explore your deepest frontiers
There is a universe beyond heaven and Earth
A dreamlike dimension of our glorious rebirth
A land where your love is the key to open doors
Shangri-La when my heart is synchronized with yours
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Photo from Google Images.
The Lonely Author 