darling.

darling.

The warrior sky deepened

As it cut stars

Into my diary

Swinging down

Upon us ornaments of

Gaiety and warmth

You held me

Securely and I

Attired myself

As a ballerina

To reach your mouth

And steal your words

Their honey quenching

This loophole between

Magnetic conversation and

Impatient desire

Oh we could rest

Any place as desolate

And gray as one

Alley – bent

And I would still

Feel the ceaseless

Path of our gardened

Wedding bed

For no land

Can steal your

Darling.  

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

photography copyrighted by me: Dahlia Sentimental

poem copyrighted by me in collection: blue birds drag the stars

my heart won't believe.

My Heart Won’t Believe

                              

I’m penniless

Without you

I’ve not a place to go

No friends to dine amidst

No thing to list

If you won’t come here

To pull me to you in your lament

So I could kiss over you

With a pardon as soft as

The stream of your sorrow

I don’t want another

To beg my hand

I’d rather be less conscious

On some barren land

Perhaps wishing on you

But at least finding rest

Uttering moments

Solitude won’t contest

No one should come my way

No one, not now

For what sort of words

Flee a desperate mouth

I only want to hear us

Even if it is your heart

Shifting towards mine

As slow as time changes the season

I ache for you

Like the sun

With only cold things

To lie upon

I feel your vacancy

And yet I strongly admire

Pressing into emptiness

I moan - a mere liar

Oh love, I can not go very far

But under a draping willow tree

She rustles, brushing secrets

- There, you will find me.

~~~~~~~

poem copyrighted within A Poetess Confessed collection

photograph copyrighted by Dahlia Sentimental Photography