Blind-walking is where you have ten
thousand people following you
but you don't See Anyone because
you are in Love, or your Eyes are
Veiled by the Soft Clouded tears
of the Dove..........
He Smells like an Oasis
The Scent around the Neck of Him
The gentle Sweat upon the Skin of -
Drive me Wildly into a Frenzy of Kissing
as though His Neck has Water in it
& has blended into the Skin to make
The Fresh Scented Air that Blows in
from the Wild - Outside,
My Soul has Stopped for Me -
- At Breaking Point
So there are no Tears
Just a Break Point and no Weeping -
Just a Breaking Point pf the
No-where in Between.
Today from the Intense Weeping
of a Hole in the Planet
came The Freedom.
The Sweep clean of Residue
Left a Silent
Quiet Love, a Scream
and all that was
left now Outside and Inbetween -
An Oasis of a Dream.
I Received a Message from the
Interwoven Letterbox -
A Long way Late
A little sign to Say
It was Dangerous -
Things are not the same after that
first Flurry of my Heart -
Another Part of me, alight in Love
thats Paid in Time
& Knows suddenly another Heart.
Now too, I Fled Big-foot to the
To Send one Back!
& Tripped into the Crossing I had
made for Myself.
He turned into a Traffic Warden
so We all Crossed Together -
what the Weather said to
Me, that Day -
Was........Be Careful My Friend
It may be quick to End
here for you -
but send that Letter
from your Broken Heart &
Someone will Listen
& the Salty Tear will
Glisten in an Eye
As the Frozen Bench
Like a Sheet of Glass with a White Snake.
(Discovered this is for Boleyn & Josh!)