juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.
life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.
no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.
so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.
Category: Eros
the great game
each
passing
beat slips
the wisdom of solitude
further
away,
consumed by fear, and
hope.
lessons
painted lovingly
or
cruelly seared,
all fade
under the silent passings
of nights inumerable.
a cold hardness
grants succour
until Dawn's
golden smile brushes
past once again.
the beauty we find..the beauty we hide
Love
It
All
Nonstop
(full stop)
the call / der ruf
beckoning so sweet
with the wisdom of butterflies
and posies.
how could I resist?
so I answer
with love.
and hugs.
and a dog.
Thank you ‘Mina
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winkt so süß
mit der Weisheit der Schmetterlinge
und
Blumenstrauß.
wie könnte ich widerstehen
also antworte ich
mit Liebe.
und Umarmungen.
und ein Hund.
Danke ‘Mina
a drought of desire
calm inferno
races rampant
across skin and
soul;
triumphant once more.
seeking
no longer.
longing
for naught.
free.
may that tempest ne'er drown me
again in lust
and want, and
love.
there's work to do.
Skein of Fear
be you twisted
up tightly
(with Fate's knots loosely undone),
or soaring
swiftly away
from your golden reward,
love's failing exacts a price
too heavy
to bear alone.
cracks
there are cracks
in the cradle of your soul,
but you are not broken.
though
some rivulets of
feeling spill
over,
you remain
whole.
so come,
with all your scarred perfection,
and let us explore
a fractured past,
tell tales,
and share a kiss that will last
for eternity.
let us polish these cracks
with love's wild caress.
misty rendez-vous, without you
a final kiss,
haunts the peaceful morning air,
lighting the truth within
our dreams.
a tender
longing, tugging
soft
at sweet opportunity
let slip
away,
craving
those firm memories
of
what could
have been.
so we trace gentle
upon Her ouroboros of sensuality,
sinuously towards
fait accompli,
and
rejoice,
set free
to be you,
and
me.
misremembered love
ghosts
of summer rain
up,
around, and
over me
like a million fireflies laughing
on a hot dusty breeze.
...sweetness,
captured 'neath linden trees sagging under
the volume of cicadas...
and night slides
through, awakening
dreams...
and old fears too.
and
I smile deeply
into
her eyes
with delight,
finding
infinity
smiling right back:
oh this crazy love
we share:
my beautiful Tanty
and me.
more summer dreamin’
shimmers
of tomorrow flicker in the rearview,
God,
how I loved doing
those things
we would do.
if but we
were young once more,
could we,
would we,
should we
dare,
to walk once again
through that golden door
and taste the future,
in all its sweet finality?
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