love – Page 6 – Poétique

Abstruse Signals

Needle in a haystack
Reincarnated memories
Dreams of becoming what
Biology had in mind for
My body but not for
My mind

Location services are on
Looking for the signals
Ready and blinking
UFOS and Aliens could
Find me

It’s so obvious
Why is it difficult on earth?
It seems the world is blind
Standing in front of the sun
The ultimate camera
Take my picture
Bruise me with
Your love

I came here to discover myself
Maybe we can uncover
An unknown truth
Forensics

Eye contact says something
Touchdown in a world where
Many moving parts are
Moving past us until
Most of us are gone

Find the other before the
End of time

Energetically magnetic
Hellos and goodbyes
Perfect echoes
Doppler effects
No regrets

Chances are the universe
Is hungry for us to collide
Satisfy the appetite

Bastion

I’m sorry I am
A little bit drunk and
You are too beautiful to
Look at I have lost
My words

I could just ramble on
About loving things and
Stare at you as if nothing
Made sense

A bastion of passion
An untold story

You remind me of
Everything that I want
And can’t have in the
Same breath

What a beautiful sight
For sore eyes

Is love so brave?

Firgun

Time for light, time for laughter
New beginnings in the hereafter
Or pleasantries now

Celebrating you
Forgetting about me

Dating is a nightmare
Everyone accepts this as normal
Somehow I don’t care

I’d rather find one
Enjoy each other and
Go from there

All the hustle of
Trying all the flavors
Maybe speed dating
But not weeks on end
That end up nowhere

I don’t care

Sitting on a hill
Trip to the North Sea
Journey in a wagon
Feeling groovy

Banter of love
No back and forth trash
Just a nice time that
Continues to last

Celebrating you
Forgetting about me

Time for light, time for laughter
New beginnings in the hereafter
Or pleasantries now

What are you after?

Hiareth

Strapped into my history
Sewn into my flesh
Grind my bones
In the dust of our friendship

I’m creating all of these
Beautiful romantic things
For no one but myself
That was never the plan

Haunted by the memories
If the perfect parts of you
We’re actually real
Living inside my fantasies
Some kind of self torture

What an acrid perfume
Something of a coarse nature
Blinding me with backhanded love
Like some dark magic

This deep longing or homesickness
Beyond a place or time that
No longer exists—or perhaps never did

Turning on the trafficator
Left turn, right turn
Windshield wipers for clarity
Driving my life highway
Rather than plotting my death
Feeling ready to die
Contemplating suicide
I’m looking for another way
To live this life, a new way
To be alive

Death of a past
Birth of a future

Galimatias

Maybe shut my mouth
Zip the lips seal the tomb
Egyptian dust

Who can I trust
Like dominoes recovered
From the cracks in the floor
Falling down from a game
No longer being played
By Toutankhamon

Confused letters that
Create conflict sharing
Everything and nothing
Like gibberish
Creeping into the
Background

Un ciel partagé
At what point are we in
So much pain that we
Push the world away?
And then punition
To punish the
Boundaries we’ve laid

Wake up wake up

It can’t be both
One or the other
Blah blah blah

You’ve chosen to
Follow your heart
Trust the gut

Is it?

It’s starting to hit
Five hours later and
No comment from you
Will it implode on itself?

Connection, enthusiasm
The words I need you I need you

Am I signing up to get frazzled
How many hearts does it take
Lines crossed things break
What will it cost?
How much to make us
Feel important and
Wanted…

Broken love leads to
Too many naps
Extra showers and a
Sad loss of power

So we hesitate
Hold on strong before
We share our whole selves
No need to be fake or
Worse demonstrate an
Element of nothing
Unfrozen

In the seat of the observer
I watch the optics
Detached from myself
Let the experience happen
As I feel you
As I feel it take me in

Hand at the back of my neck
Forced kisses a hug
Waiting for passion
Is it real, is it anything?

Questioning

Destined for emptiness
Single bird on a wire singing
Out into the abyss wondering
If there really is any hope
For love

Intimacy craving to be
Close to me in waves and still
Afraid to share that part of me
Knowing that any moment
Of if I do it could be
Pulled away

Another chance to try is
Another chance to say goodbye
Like mourning the living we
Dive in get close feel things and
Then it’s gone again
Where lies the hope therein?

Compulsive behavior towards
A dream of meaning filled
Emotional weaving in
The stars between our hands
Holding a universal cause for
Sentient being in worshipping
Love possibly

Haunted later by a spell
Of wondering again if there is anything
Left a story to write a history
To build a narrative to tell
Is it all for nothing?

An only way to find out
A path of not knowing
Stab in the dark to
Open the light
With you

Meaning

Maybe I’m keeping
A broken dream alive
What veracity!
Ode to truthful pleasures
The exterior is pristine

I think you would be proud
Of what I’ve become
And
What I’ve done

Garden flat
All though you may never have
Really cared about that

Neighbors said they
Liked the flowers
The garden is my sanctity
Does it also count
If it’s only me?

Attraction
Connection
Companionship
Something to do it for
An us factor to share
Are we holding onto
An idea for something

They were all contending
For his attention and love
But in the end none of them
Truly adored him

It was a trophy
Something to win
Someone could say
I got him!

What would it mean to
Genuinely love him

Scenery

If to possess the druthers
Some sense of control
A scenery
Comfortably greeting the rest
With open arms and
No detest
Maybe we don’t know
What life is
Strange
Why shouldn’t every body
Explore ecstasy
Let’s just say stuff out loud
Without being afraid
If offending one another
Because love
Because adoration
Because intimacy

Fire can also make art
Where to begin
From the beginning they said
What do you know
How many roads
Lead to the path
Of sensual climax
Maybe in a forest
Somewhere under cover
Too many passions
To resist
So many moments
To outlast

A fragrance
A little rain
Every particle remains
Exploding out into
A disarray of color
Some sort of
Euphoria unexplained

Ormolu

I keep writing
I’m still beating
Fluently flowing
Holding out
Holding on

Crevices and curbs
I could be
Sneaking into or
Waiting on

How many corners
How many eyes
How many smiles
Until I find
Yours

Used to have wishes
Stars to make love under

Wanted to travel
Get closer to you

How many more times
How much less sand
Dripping through
My hands

Your waist
My arms
One chase

Mauve maybes
Tomorrow glances back
Over your shoulder

I can feel you
Without touching

Sensory overload
Endless chalice
Simple thirst for
Eternity

Wet