Love Never Dies.....

Walking along,
Holding hands.

She looked at something,
In the shop window.

Turned to me,
And said,
“I love pretty things.”

I answered,
“Me to.”

As I squeezed her hand.

what began as ogling, quickly became lust

it was craven lechery when first I met you
lewdness formed my thoughts
yearning thirst controlled my desires
at my core was an animalistic want for you

in my eyes you saw wantonness surveying your body
my grin delivered carnality's promise to your core
in my lustfulness, i saw your body's sensuality
i fantasized your uninhibitedness
my thoughts communicated in raunchiness
debauchery formed my dreams intent
my words were ribaldry gone pornographic

what had been lust
what was born of licentiousness
grew through salacious behaviors
grew from self indulgence
matured past sexual gratification
matured beyond presumptuousness
still contained boldness
still embodied sauciness

now delighted in bliss
now enjoyed simple pleasure
now entertained enchantment
now beguiled in wonderment

now marveled in the exquisite revelry of love

A hundred words

Though as told a picture
be worth a thousand words
I will keep the ink to a mere
hundred hoping the point be
made that as the lyric of love
repeats with the diamond needle
skipping along the dusty vinyl
over and over again in sweet refrains,
any hand approaching the phonograph
with intention of stopping short the song
will be severed for the sentiment bears
repeating till my last breath blows
from this life to the next where upon
figuring the lay of the land my heart
will resume beating for the beauty
of the ages for the ages  

On one knee

Your hair golden
Brown like bourbon,
The smell of jasmine,
A tonic sweet
To ease the spasms
In my brain.
To inject my thighs
With a will that keeps
Me running
Over mountains
To meet you once more
On the valley green
Under speckled moonlight
With a touch of April rain.
Your tears running
Hot down my throat
Burning the threads
Of loosely woven dreams
Into a starless black felt.
I hear the motor of the cab,
Like belching laughter
In a roadside bar,
Driving you to Paris
With a meter that quit
Long before I thought
To say I love you.  

When She Returns


The Greek myth says
Ceres awaits the return of her beloved daughter Proserpina
So she can color the world in lilac and iris
The gold of black eyed Susans and the harvest to come
My power to change the world by no means bares comparison
But my desire and need of you runs just as deep
You complete me in ways I didn't know possible
Blossoms do unfurl when I'm in your presence
Fields of ecstasy explode like untamed lilies
Outstretched towards the sun then slowly sinking towards the fertile soil that first gave them birth
And just as it seems it all will sink and swoon
To forever disappear
A gentle touch
A soft breeze
An unspoken word
Gives new meaning for yet another explosion
That reaffirms life
Reaffirms love
Bask in it now we're told
For the dark hand of Hades will beckon
And my beloved will have to return to his kingdom
She knows her duty in that world
But while she is gone I can shed no light in mine
Neither of us really suffer we merely endure
Until we can share the smell of lilacs and iris that linger with her coming

seasons with you

I came with few expectations
Only wanting the simplest of pleasures
A stolen moment at best
That's what summer evenings bring
Warmth that envelopes you
Pierced by a breeze that quivers yet delights
To validate life and your sense of it in one quick passing

Didn't figure you'd invade my soul
Seeds planted in a setting sun took root and grew

The season changed
Leaves browned and withered
Yet your beauty remained constant
Still a sun kissed blossom
Reminding me of glorious days
And lusciously warm moonlit nights

It changes once again
Cool, crisp
Unrelenting is the inevitable passage of time
Unyielding is my desire like the storms surely to come

Primal
Uncontrollable
Blinding

In the aftermath we're left to bring a sense of order back to it all
Yet the pure rapture of the unknown filled with thunder and moans is more comforting
Though strange and forbidden it's most desirable of all

This season will pass too
With its’ storms that cripple us
Making it hard to breathe or function in the routine
A new season will call
And new answers will have to be found
Just find them with me

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In the Afternoon

It is in the afternoon
when I fall softly into sadness.
The room is empty, too quiet
without you. Only when I sit
upon the porch, fragrant with
blossoms, and smoke my
pensive cigarette, does your
sweet face summon clearly in
my mind. You drink your
coffee, smiling, talking about
your day, the errant trivialities
of our quiet unreality. Leaves
fall in piquant rhythm to your
musical chatter. Your lovely
face bathed in pools of
radiant joy.

Grief is a beautiful woman;
she sits beside me
all throughout the hours.
I tremble with prayers
and tears for you.
You lie in the garden,
resting peacefully.
I leave lush bouquets
of roses at your silent grave,
running my fingers
over the smooth stone.
It feels soft, inviting.

Plump cherubs guard your rest.
I ache to tunnel beneath
the earth like a small animal.
I imagine your sweet face
in quiet repose.
Oh, let me lay beside you,
my love, lifting the coverlet
around us, enveloping us
in a tight embrace.
Your cold lips shall be mine
to kiss. For my bed is a grave
without you. I would rather
follow you into fragrant
Death than remain here,
gray and voiceless as a
specter. My love, look for me.
I am coming.

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Come Inside

Come in, my love, oh come inside.
The air is getting cold.
We’ll sit in chairs by the fireside,
together we’ll grow warm and old.

My stomach surges with love for you.
I adore you, can’t you see?
Don’t ever take your love away,
don’t withhold yourself from me.

The tea is brewed and ready for you.
Your pillows I shall fluff.
The clock is ticking, I cannot wait.
For me, you are enough.

If ever you stop loving me
sad tears I’ll surely cry.
Don’t ever take away your love,
I’d surely rather die.

Just wished to say gorgeous and passionate entries, everyone... So many good writes.

Toni said it best, "there were gorgeous and passionate entries" ... Mine were both for mi prima ballerina, a gorgeous and passionate woman.

Salud to all the fine poets here - and many thanks to our host, Donnie.

Thanks so much for the nod, Donnie, and thanks for hosting. This was a great comp. Congrats to the ever-eloquent LSP, and to the lovely Muse, for her own eloquent and evocative work. Awesome job, all poets!