personalized you color me with your kisses book
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You’re the thorn in my rose
and red, you’re the red rose in my blood.
Stuck by you - I bleed kisses…
… onto the handmade rice paper
of the floral wrapped air…
Two interconnected networked
systems.
In Symantec/ simultaneous…
We……………
…………download and upload each
other- in synchronized-
foreplay…of our flash drives…
I Adore You
I lay here sleepless, adore you,
…Living life as your wife-
…Bursting with rose filled fantasies-
…Writing love poems in rose red
blood-
Spurting in arterial flow- the
words……You are… my life.
I Spin and I Dance
I spin in endless circles… and I dance. You’ve
become my sense of safety, my
world……… my trust
…
Shadowed love-
dappled by moonlight-
swears eternity-lightly kissing the petal skin of your
face
Pictured and framed…all of our feelings…
…………to function in pairs.
Reflecting back at us…our love
Like an Opening Bud
My eyes stare at you –
curled like an opening bud, asleep;
stare at - your loved lover’s… form ……………….and burns.
I ache to lick all of the freckles off of
your back.
Words that you spoke to me, planted in me-
with your eyes-during the day
………………stretch open a chasm within me………………….
that yearns
To invade your shell…………………..in
play.
To see you….to see as you see.
To feel you…to feel as you feel.
To know our love….as you know)
our love
You Gave Me
You gave me a single red rose every week…
Then I told you…to also give
white.
The red rose…signifies our passion… and our
fervent hearts. The white… signifies Eternity-
… Your Presence Felt Your presence felt,
impressing itself, caressing, trying
to stay close- sitting behind me in
…the chair. Outside white ice falls
down in thanksgiving through
…the air.
Your eyes flaming out to reach the spot on
my neck that waits for you…lingering
over an image of a red rose.
Thrown down in the snow, the
red rose beats.
The Sound The sound
The sound of the waterfall’s
of the shot roar
through my heart… over the gorge…
as our eyes … every time…
met. you look at me now. The
sound of silence…as you hand me one single white
rose.
Every night as you sleep,
I lay like a white seal pup, curled against the glacier of your
back.
I lay with the wide open black eyes of deep
water that runs under the ice and swim through
the pool of the night of you… until the pink rose of the
dawn flutters in your hand…
and… you kiss me awake.
This Singing of…
This singing of a rare rose’s love…
alert, sweet in its dewy freshness.
This is you and will always be
you…as our time together grows-
higher, wider, bigger, deeper.
The secrets of our love…
a deep carved coral red
lovely, unbidden rose.
This is you and will always be you…
as…time stands still… in your love’s…stance
smelling so intoxicating and sweet
…wound round my pulse…
If
If the rose enclosed in amber…
and smelling of myrrh…
within its deep throated chambers…
is not you…and my dearest love…
Then who?
I know it is you.
The many hued colored rose (you)… softened...
softened, caught…-becomes a shooting star…of
…sparks, shining…
Stroked, you turn and show
in your eyes…………
a shining galaxy…
….an everlasting galaxy
… embodiment of love.
wound around and through…each other’s frame…
a maypole dance…
unwinding in
mated ribbons…
braided …around and around each other.
… You, Half-Awake
You half-awake with bannered
need…curl deeper
in my arms… E.T. needing to phone
home.
Your sonar-ed singing whale…
travels half the world to ……………………..
find me.
How much pie can I eat?
Waking up Saturday morning…You cling warmed
and sweet…to me…
The cat curled up in the nest on top of us
…while outside
the first and crystal snow storm takes form…and
in the vase, the red rose flaunts its love
verses …singing loudly, redly, sweetly
-running with the juices of … a chorusing almond
cherry pie.
White Rose
The snow lies blanketing the ground.
I lay blanketing you.
The sweet caress of white light on your shoulder…
…is my caress……the white rose.
In a clinging gown of light
…the day arrives on time-putting on a
necklace
comprised of your smile and opening
eyes-
which with fond embracing lock- clasps
around my life in a shining constant of
repetitious glamour-
The first cup of coffee
for which
I am almost ready/not ready
but here you are…cup in hand…a knight of cups.
You smile eagerly… jump starting my battery
giving answers to questions…that I’m not ready
to even think about asking yet…not ready by
long dripping drops…to give up yet…but
here you are…cup in hand…servant of love
I have changed a changeling for the
worst…but you have remained as
constant-as the tides that the moon
pulls to my gravity. You have remained
in the swoon of first love-as I have
become unknown to myself.
You’ve mapped my love-charted it with
your compass-that has its hands stuck
on True North/
on a True Heart.
You are pages of love
…You are pages of love
taking me to worlds where…
You are kings and kingdoms of love…
(Always bringing out my response)
You’ve used all of your best and…
You’ve used all of your best and…
most faithful dogs…to follow and track me
through the polar wastes and freeze of
…any problem or hurt.
How close I feel to you!
How close I feel to you!
No longer a Zen pristine lone self, No
self……………………
the Sound of one hand clapping self.