May 8, 2017

The Way You Love

You have a way of catching me off guard.
I've tried to avoid you and it.  I cannot lie.
My hands are tied in your soft leather
and succulent touch. Well...
It's simply a tough resistance.
Your eyes ask me to put away the key.
You want me to stay for eternity.
How can I not love you?
My pulse beats on every  occasion.
The sigh in our noon day  connection.
A  rainbow of  assorted affections.
How can I  not love you?
I'm the writer  and you're the book.
We  are one in the same, still learning
and  gaining in our wisdom. Your heart
drips  and I listen~~as  I  lend  my ear  unto
a  greater cause. To  enjoy what exist
between the oceans deep  and  mountain highs. They are  amazed  too.
How can I  not love you.

By Jhpoetry ©2015-2016
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Apr 30, 2017

Whenever I Decide

Waking up this morning,
my purpose appears cloudy,
But, I know I was designed
for someone special.
Like a custom  fitted suit,
A Kangoo hat and Adidas shoes,
Lying under the full moon, I see  a
starless sky. I stare into my dreams.
It seems impossible to  have it all wrapped in the fold of my freckled arms.
My purpose was once a nurturer.
A title imbedded in my forevers.
But, my titles are becoming less and least important.  Like that of a wife, lover and friend.
Warm hands intertwine on long walks;
a sense of smile during brief talks.
The light and passion found in a mate's charm.
If only my heart could accept the pretty picture before seeing the scars.
It would come easier and faster...
Because time doesn't care about my bitchy feelings. And I'm starting to care less about the brown mole on my left thigh.
I ask myself why? Over a bowl of spaghetti, sitting alone in my comfort zone. Why does it take so long for me?
Sadness becomes silent.
Contentment is the dryer turning in the background. They have  great harmony;
the washer and dryer that is.
Each has a specific role.
But,  I'm not an appliance.
I own my emotions in this soulless world
I've wiped my behind of the Cinderella fairy tails. This love is  going to have to be tough, tougher than any of my heartbreak fails.

By Jhpoetry ©2016-2017
All rights reserved by author