Love

Love is a passionate
soaring bird,
a tranquil poem of love…
In my heart there are
many poems to tell…
Words to speak to
my dear one like music…
Love’s mystic stream
overflows in cadences …
My heart speaks of
love for you…
You are passionate
garden growing
many fruit trees…
Let’s make love
in setting of dusk…
Let’s paint our bodies
with lyrics of beauty….
Love let it lie
submerged in us
as musician’s flute
is on his lips.

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Love

Darling let me
paint words
in your heart
and etch a poem…
Our passions lie
deep like roots of a tree….
Your sweet embrace is
a calypso….
Kisses are medley
of music in jazz…
Love pours like a poem,
making the heart
warm and cozy….
Our feelings are
painted as a rainbow of petals…
I love to taste the
wine on your lips ….
I love to taste the
erotic fragrance of honey
on your lips ……
I would love to hear
you moan in ecstasy
Oh passion my depth
of heart and soul is for you.

 

Love

Love’s pleasant feeling,
nurtures a tender worship….
Let’s render a song to the heart
and lift our souls to eternity’s music…
An embrace is painting
so beautifully etched….
Kisses wake like poetic music….
Love has a meaning
so profound ….
In the heart lies many passions…
Loved one, plant me kisses of the heart…

 

Love

Being in love
is a wonderful feeling…
Your eyes, your hair
all glow to me
as a lover’s delight…
I am forever yours
Stay in my arms,
kiss me and hug me
caress me
offer me everything
a lover would…
In you
I’ve found
an orchard of poetry …
I am sunk with
devouring passion for you.

Collage

T S Eliot poems bu’t
Cats…
What should we name
Them
Some cats take to
A fancy name
Like Socrates Plato
And Aristotle….
Others ordinary names…
Like Mathew Mark and Luke…
If they are feminine, you can name
Them, Suzy, Lucy or Moosy…
Eliot’s Gumby cats
Stare at me
As poetries of mischief ….
Eliot’s wasteland is
An ocean of blind eyes…
A mystic doped in the
Search for safer shores…
Pound is pounding poetry
In a cauldron of a pundit
Carrying earthly ashes of the
Dead.
Shelly, Keats and Wordsworth
Are galaxies of fin de siècle
Romanticism…
Is Romanticism dead?
It survives in metaphors and
Similes…
Carry the heart in
A bouquet of Roses….
Andrew Marvel teases
The loins of mistress
In catharsis of
Metaphysical poetry…
What is imagism?
Strength of words
Colored in the gigantism
Of an image….
White pearls adorn
A nude body…
A gaze crystallizes
Into an amorous metaphor…
I wonder what it’s
Like to paint a nude body
After making love to it….
Metaphysics is dead…
The Gods have
Hanged themselves….
The gaze is Lacan’s
Psychoanalysis…
Poetry—my body is
A written book….
Words crumble out of
My brains as meaty tissues…
The sky is a vagina and
A hill is inserting her thighs…
I am solitary as a dream…
The rhyme of the ancient
Mariner is an albatross
Signing requiem canticles…
Looking thru the window
Seat, I gazed at the white
Clouds forming cubic
Patterns from Picasso’s brush….
I watch for signs from the sky
Like a witch gazing at her crystal ball…
The tarot of the hanged man
Is a peaceful Buddha in meditation….
The sky has winged cherubs
Singing glory hallelujah…
I long to be global vagabond…
Wandering in pussies
And writing verses of love….
I am poetic with the women
I love…
They adore my passions
And do fellatio on my words…
Time is a subconscious enigma…
A mystery to unravel as Dali’s
Melting clocks…
The serpent is a sexual
Mystery
It makes love the whole
Day long …
While in Hong Kong
A Madam Tuzard
Invited me to her brothel…
ST Paul’s theology
Made me run away from her…
I gaze at Rilke’s guitar ….
I am at ease fondling the
Strings of its verses…
It is raining now…
Sperm if wetting the
Vagina of the earth…
Wine women and dope…
I am Kenny Rogers the
Country singer…
I am whispering in
In her ears that
I love her…
Her breasts were
Sweet mounts of snow…
I tasted her nectar…
Oh how she moaned in
Passion…
I watch Vangogh’s
Starry nights
I am eclipsed
With the images of
Impressionism…
Surrealism
You have opened
The doors of the
Unconscious…
Night is a faded
Brothel…

 

Love

You beautiful pearl…
you nectar of the ocean…
Let me make you
into a necklace
and adorn you with love….
Let’s sit in a garden
hands clasped
and talk tenderly of love….
You are always in my
thoughts dreams and wishes ….
How much I long for your kisses…
Your sweet embrace….
Your nourishing words of love….
You are the woman of my world
A passionate orchard of music….
Love’s sweet chimes echo
a passion of your body…..
Let’s lie nourished in the
heart of love…..

Love

You passionate love….
You beatified adoration…
I tremble with love and passion…
Fall into my arms
let me caress you
you tender music….
Your lips are the font
of my letters ….
I write verses of poetry
on your body….
I feel so close to you …
You gentle adorable dove….
Making love to you
is like poetry flowing
to vessel brimming with love…..