Untitled Love Poem #2

I thought I was done.
No more words
no more sorrow
no more hitch of breath
when these memories cross my mind.
Brokenhearted
sadness tinged remembrances
viewed through reality
knowing what was coming
knowing how it would end
bittersweet
yet I would do it
all over again.
Settling over me
mist of time
recalling moments
magic
small tear escaping
our good times
were so damn good
we fit together.
The ending
volcanic catastrophe
numbing my soul
numbing my affections
turning us daft.
Regret nothing
I do not.
Wait…..
I do have regret
nothing to do with you
to do with myself….
I regret my panic.
I regret my decision to stay.
I regret believing you 
as you told me it would be fine.
I do not regret
our love
our time
for what you gave to me
what you taught me
are lessons
no one else could have.
You built my confidence.
You built my art.
You built my belief in me.
You pushed me 
made me more myself.
Always will I love you
even as 
we do part.
©May 18/19
Picture via Pinterest found for me by The Eclectic Contrarian
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Always

Tonight you asked me
when I speak of home
do I mean my place
do I mean your place
or do I mean the place we share together?
Where you are
that is my home
where I can relax
I can unabashedly be me.
I can do my thing
as you do yours
we are not disconnected.
I can sit here writing
as you sit and talk
each of us
spinning stories
truths that others do not get.
Babe you are my life
you are my soul
you are……
love
sweetness
my heart.
Wrapped in your arms
your lips on my ear
whispering
how much you love me.
Look in my eyes
see the smile on my lips
never ever
should you wonder
for babe
I will love you for always.
November 11/18

Untitled Love Poem #1

Seared
desert bowl
sand in the air
rain has been a long time coming.
Cornrows bow their laden heads
wheat
burning
beneath the summer sun.
Rain
torrents falling
awakening parched soil
creating an oasis.
Finally
it has broken
everyone looks to the heavens and prays.
Violent boom
bolts of lightening
rage across the sky.
Ozone
a taste on the tongue
passion
desire
two bodies becoming one.
Melding
merging
entwined in each other
into her ear
he whispers
‘I have missed you
my love.’
Gentle smile
pull him closer
lifting her hips
they lose themselves
lips meeting
soft sighs.
They come together
two who are one
made whole
neither wanting to part again.
Nov. 10/18