Original work only:
"Of Gentle Memories in the Night"
"Moments scented in her touch,
rose minting its value within.
A gentle bite into her lips,
strawberries bleeding through spring.
A heart wounded by soft skin,
fingertips printed into mine.
She looks into me and I am lost,
identity reduced to glass.
A lock of hair, curling over her eyes
the night glistening its tranquil black
The sun crystallized in the dew of a cherry blossom
her gaze drips into me.
A heart beat,
gentle rhythms of the ocean in my palm.
A calm tempest of desire raining gentle harmony,
her legs caressed as strings within the frame of
A silent melody uncomposed.
Tears of painful pleasure runs down her ,
The stag drinks from this brook.
Delicate toes curling,
One lover into another folding
Her echoing sights, acting as the as the sheets
binding two lovers in purple satin.
Dreams of a child concieved,
hope bounded by hopeless longing.
All things run their due course,
a dry river bed of once cherish thoughts.
The stretching of the prison bars of imagination,
The light of loss swing back and forth in my cell.
All things become vanity,
in the presence of once found intensity.
Dissolved within the cloud of time,
a wife stolen by cruel fate.
Longing steering itself within tears,
Her eyes are but a source of pain
Set within a clouded sky,
the silver of the moonlight trying to break free.
A vital heart, becomes a cracked mirror
of gentle memories in the night.