Pain goes in, love comes out.
the woman of my affection
the woman that has my attention
is a scent of flowers and Chanel
intoxicating
like the aroma of her hair
her mouth a mix
of champagne and jasmines
that leaves me breathless
like the little dab of poetry gloss
she applies on lips
she is the glamour of a sunset
the dawn of my dreams
reminiscent of the horizon
forever beyond my reach
A little Lonely Author confession here. P is my favorite food group.
As in pizza and popcorn. Terrible fetish for both.
Yesterday a friend brought me a bag of popcorn. I should have advised her, “Flattery will get you nowhere, but a bag of popcorn, well, every man has his price.”
Yes, I can be easy.
popcorn and poetry
if you stay
rest your pain upon my pillow
as i undress your every tear
until our unfulfilled dreams
get tangled between the sheets
then as fingers entwine
i will serenade your scars
before making love
to each painful memory
if you stay
tomorrow I will wake up
to the dawn of your eyes
tonight, hearts will dance
as we spoon our way
to eternity
journey
i long to journey
the canals of your essence
to reach the frontiers of your soul
where I would compose
symphonies in your hair
write tender poems of love
cherishing you with every metaphor
that breathes inside of me
and should you not share my passion
I would die upon the lost shores
of your virginity
‘til the currents sweep me out to sea
if you were my canvas
if you were my canvas
i would paint
sunsets in your hair
in hopes of awakening
to the promise
of your dawn
Back in October I wrote The Theory of You and Me.
Now, that we are home schooling, it is the perfect time to cover……
the geometry of you and me
i long to discover the point
where your soul intersects with mine
to share an intimate tango
along the line romance dissects
bliss and melancholy
as I find myself lost
in the curves of your femininity
a beautiful world of simplicity
the geometry of you and me
it’s easy to comprehend
true love is a circle
it has a beginning
it knows no end……….
I chose this image because I melt for brunettes.
But then again, red heads drive me absolutely insane.
Oh, and blondes…….
Anyone noticing a pattern here?
The Lonely Author 