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| ~in fall's titian-ochre ~ colored sunset we kissed~ ~silky sweet lips bliss~ |
indubitably
on the cusp of maturity
we fear senility
though i have traversed
continents, archipelagos, isles
our Bali is best
misanthropy must
never be, anyone's belief
nor advocacy
angst etched on your face
wistful for a last caress
embrace, kiss, missed bliss
winter in Europe
expectant, delighted, nervous
in niveous heaven
will you still love me
left with niveous memory
sans youth nor beauty ?
kindness & frankness
are sublime, i shall never pine
ways, words & acts vulpine
please ignore lapses
pardon my elision
even beyond reason
look into my eyes
read my lips, no elision
neither an illusion
moon hides, not in sight
is she with you tonight
alone, fears i fight
are you romantic
or pedantic? still i ache
for love beyond optic
listen to the rain
unburden some of your pain
this will keep you sane
i am lost and you
found me, you're sentient, patient
my soul's emollient
romance me monsieur
my preferred billet-doux
poem & sweet haiku
i'm a debutant
in love's play, a dilettante
teach me, my pedant
life's occasional
effluvium, as sudden rainfall
petrichor for the soul
you leave me confused
affection rendered obtuse
infelicitous
bedazzled by your gaze
lost in desultory maze
kiss me, am in daze
as dusk usurp daylight
i glow in dreamy moonlight
bathe in starlit night
in the taciturn
stillness of night, our passion
smolder, we burn
your presence mute the
urban chaos of my existence
a welcome taciturn
mere touch, and scent am lost
i become a milquetoast
i yield, totally yours
"i miss you" and "hugs"
ostensibly caring words
but, how true, how real ?
if vast affection
were bloviated through action
no affectation
my dream folderol
to finagle a boy toy
for am really coy
my panacea
for ennui, out of city
cavorting by sea
i perambulate
in search for suitable mate
almost desperate
your tarradiddle
tangled lies prick like thistle
insincere, fickle
swirl of smoke shroud
his sombre ghostly countenance
elegant still
a fair-weather friend
won't stand up for you when
the going gets tough
it's time to whisper
a prayer, bread for your
weak & fragile soul
in the end, all we
really want is a fragment
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