Heavenly isle

 

 

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Numb I feel everyday in thy arms

Yesterdays pain consigned to grave oblivion

By the sultry look on your poker face

A rocket launcher of a face

Eyes slinky like an eclipse in summer

Inviting to your soul amid blushes n tears

Buxom consort I give you all that’s mine

To love, tear and ruin as you please

Save a drink in a glass of the frothy kind

A dance , a white dress and stilettos

For the altar is set n the music has stopped

Ca-clack, ca-clack, ca-clack as slow as u wish

I ll wait with sweat in my palms for you

I lost the paper on which I wrote the vows

Yet the tears will print them on your face

Ruining your make up in the process.

S_ucre

 

Nes

Never tire of my madness for you,

Every dime, time crime is for you

Since I am nothing if not for you

 

My all time Valentine

Ink drops

Ink drops leaving a mark

Or perhaps one ugly stain

Maybe one lovely story

A story with no audience

Blood stains as the pen scribbled

Into words what couldn't be said

The despair,hurt, as the tears fell

Erasing the painful wounds away

Ink drops testifying the good

And the hilarious,putting on record

What is easily forgotten. Memories

Of joy, Merry, and small dreams

To carry into days ahead and beyond

When we can remind our souls

That once we were happy as we hope for more

Or perhaps we despaired, but conquered eventually

Tears of joy by the will of our hands, minds

And hearts to narrate a story of our lives

That only we can.

S_ucre

Loveáholic

 

Yes, she says in her goddess tone, as she did the first day.
As the wind blew the hem of her cloth envious of the sand
Beneath her feet, ignorant of the water kissing her toes

Sweet As it may, fooled by youth and drink heavy in mind
From escapades of nights past. Zest lingers, pain fades, love
Buds, as he smiles she blushes in her flawless yellow dress

One song short of love two souls in ruin. Had half the ocean
In her crescent eyes privy of a love immense like the iceberg
Underneath the calm storm of love, love, and yes…., love.

Through all life’s marvel her heart pulsates in harmony with
The strings of the guitar in his arms as she sings and spins
to the sweet silent tunes audible only to their lost tongues

In beauty and love, In sour sweetness and tasty lipski pain,
Their hearts fuse like Siamese twins, trapped in two worlds,
Two lives, two souls in total awe of their ambrosic sweet pain

As they walk in the night of clear clouds and starry skies
Insect melodies and lost drunkards, let the rain thus erase
The pain and water the romance thus blossomed’ Amen

@plsucre