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The Type Of Love That Loves You Back
The air, apparent, brings freedom
to an anchored soul long harboured
and there it was, at last, blowing,
abounding, weaved within her scent
caressed amongst the flower in her hair
the curves, crested, bending my way
further and further
rising up, on a warming berm
beaming with the heat of May
love not of the grass or the sky
walking barefoot on a lonely road
where pebbles remind us we're real
and night pains with shards that steal
visions of loveliness and care
not the rolling hills, filled with hush
of spring's glory, eruptions of unison
undaunted in light of day or colourless
clouds clamouring to block the way
the ray, burning that soft supple skin
but the simplicity of words dripping
off cherry red lips, leaving their mark
on more than starched collars
corraling the dangerous
where heartbeats tumble
on an open road, straight to your door
no need, the pages are unopen
the ink's filling as we speak
feathers float aimlessly
the writing indelible, unmistakable
patiently, awaiting within the thoughts
sketched beautifully, as you detach
this anchor, hidden in the bounty
at the edge of a deserted shore
to an anchored soul long harboured
and there it was, at last, blowing,
abounding, weaved within her scent
caressed amongst the flower in her hair
the curves, crested, bending my way
further and further
rising up, on a warming berm
beaming with the heat of May
love not of the grass or the sky
walking barefoot on a lonely road
where pebbles remind us we're real
and night pains with shards that steal
visions of loveliness and care
not the rolling hills, filled with hush
of spring's glory, eruptions of unison
undaunted in light of day or colourless
clouds clamouring to block the way
the ray, burning that soft supple skin
but the simplicity of words dripping
off cherry red lips, leaving their mark
on more than starched collars
corraling the dangerous
where heartbeats tumble
on an open road, straight to your door
no need, the pages are unopen
the ink's filling as we speak
feathers float aimlessly
the writing indelible, unmistakable
patiently, awaiting within the thoughts
sketched beautifully, as you detach
this anchor, hidden in the bounty
at the edge of a deserted shore
Published 23rd May 2019
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Anonymous
24th May 2019 1:56am
It`s a good thing
that no one understands this
but me...
I`ll see you
where the lights
are bright and
never sleep❤
that no one understands this
but me...
I`ll see you
where the lights
are bright and
never sleep❤
24th May 2019 3:46am
24th May 2019 5:29am
dearest Tim this is so unbelievably passionate
my favorite lines were...
"but the simplicity of words dripping
off cherry red lips, leaving their mark
on more than starched collars
corraling the dangerous
where heartbeats tumble
on an open road, straight to your door"
I could envision this very thing happening
such a beautiful poem...
love Brenda 💕
my favorite lines were...
"but the simplicity of words dripping
off cherry red lips, leaving their mark
on more than starched collars
corraling the dangerous
where heartbeats tumble
on an open road, straight to your door"
I could envision this very thing happening
such a beautiful poem...
love Brenda 💕
24th May 2019 5:31am
Anonymous
24th May 2019 3:51pm
"no need, the pages are unopen
the ink's filling as we speak
feathers float aimlessly"
Damn, I'm reading along all the beautiful lines here and then that stanza & I lost my mind. Those right there...that's freaking gorgeous! Well done, Tim! :-)
the ink's filling as we speak
feathers float aimlessly"
Damn, I'm reading along all the beautiful lines here and then that stanza & I lost my mind. Those right there...that's freaking gorgeous! Well done, Tim! :-)
24th May 2019 3:58pm
