Of this world…

A face lay there in eternal sleep,
No smile.
No frown.
I wonder,
“After all, smiles and frowns are of this world”.

The Shape of Water

we do not need words

we do not need a shared

written language

we have eyes that truly see

lips that speak a common tongue

a shared palate for the aroma

~ My Sweet

~ My Sweet

Shall I pick thee berries
one
by
one
Warm ‘neath this
Sultry sun,

sea anemones

taste of sea

in your mouth

when

tongues

mingle

explore

your ear a

conch shell

Waiting on You

.

Thoughts Spinning

Heartbeat Pounding

Calamity Ringing

Breathless

Resounding

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The Single Sound

.

As evening shadows fade

And candles glimmer in Delicate glows,

Reflecting across Your skin,

From the Font

.

Oh how the Hours of Silence

Bend and Blend with the

Liquescent Lullaby of

Tenderest Harmony

How Be It Dream

If, in inner eye

of languid 

somnolence

is felt

is seen