My first love..

Awee.. Thank you all so much.. im saturated with this... and thank you Pravus I will..

kristinakarate said:Your poem hit me where it hurts... What are your feelings on having a stanza of this poem tattoed on someone? :)

Were you talking to me?

The Glass House.

I waited for you, always,
in the glass house on the beach
 
In the swim towards the rebirth of dawn
dwelling in the cradle of the swell,
were we remained lost in the intimate déjà vu
of those timeless entangled days
 
And i was too far gone in your ways
as the sun beamed spherical light
through the prism sheets.
Yet, when our lungs locked in beautiful awe
 
the panes smashed to dust
upon the salted shore. 

Feels So Right

With you
she wants to grow older
She waits for your arms
to hold her

For your muscles
to grip her tight
To hear your heart beat
as you lay closely at night

An attraction
on more than one level
A conversation
of equal mental
The way you speak
so wise and gentle

Streets and books
you got the smarts
Body and soul
you show much heart

Sometimes she wonders
if you are actually real
If it is crazy to have
the feelings she feels

But at the end of the day
when you say goodnight
She closes her eyes
and smiles
Cause it feels so right

On Your Wall

Blonde and bountiful
but dark and dusky
fond of and accountable
lovable but lusty
not cheap but affordable
to keep and unsellable
excitable
and lightable
intellectual
and perfectional
flammable
and confectional
annexable
and flexible
a connectable
but sexual  
a sensual conversational
an observational
self preservational
loving but insatiable
my apple valley girl
in my world
a must to have
to you I'll crawl
you turn on the smiles  
from a few thousand miles
I am the paper
on your wall .

Against All Odds     ( Written in 2010 )    


Memories are clutched
in the hands that point time
flocculent skies did touch
the turning of the dial
love is such
the contrary of denial
barefoot in the dust
we married without an aisle .

Against all odds
and across the waves
we of the same pod
that god
had gave
the path we trod
is how we were saved
together we rock
untethered
to the grave .

Memories are clutched
in the hands that point time
the future holds so much
like unpenned lines
new seconds they crush
the doubts that fly
all mouths will hush
that ever lied
together we'll push
together we'll die
I married my love
with the Indian eyes    
your soul comes flush
with your mind
of surprise
your heart is plush
with a golden
magnetise .

Prismatic  Atlantic      


If there's one thing
you should know
you make the dull ring
then lift up everything
which invented new colours
in my rainbow .

You hypnotise with your
Indian eyes
they visualise as much
as they cry
your rainbow it goes
straight into my mind
where all colour
explodes
a place only you and I know
you make a blackhole
reverse and re-glow
in a collective , prismatic
protective
infatic
a selection
of direction
it's so mentally ecstatic
your inter-galactic
and extra attractive
emotional
commotional
in my mad erratic
mind of elastic
where I stretch to you
through the blue , prismatic
of Atlantic
no more underhanded tactic
or life of a plastic
or accused
then abused , some more
locked outside
my own front door
no longer is my esteem poor
and no more ceilings
as the floor
my mind is mine
and you own yours
I just can't wait to grace
your shores
once again
forever more
there's only you
that I implore
we go right through
each others core
you fixed all tears
that others tore
you go where no one's  
been before .

 

First Love

Loving you
at first glance
staring at you
pictured
in the wall of my memories
My first love
untarnished by life
and its fickleness
Gone forever
In the mist of time
Alive eternally
in my mind's eye
and my heart's playground.
You left this world
to travel in another
leaving me cold
on hearth of clover
wishes unshared
tears unshed
love unspoken
loving you always
my first love.