Monday, December 9, 2024

Whispers of Love

On the block with a pluck

Pulling strings

Until the sound is in tune

As love played all chords

Into a symphony marvel

Attracting bees to give up honey.


Drowning in the peace

Of a piece of her heart

Striked to mine

We found our rhythm 

Switching foot, to the melody of the night

Watchful of the unfolding keys.



Drawn in a descending game

We fell while staring

Hitting the ground

To form the hearts beat

Entangled with words

On a tangent spill

"I...I love you!"

We whispered aloud.

Sunday, December 1, 2024

Seconds

upon the pleading part of time
plaited upon the souvenir stitch seams
left to bleed to write the story
held by the flowers
when the ticking glass shuttered.

forgotten
of the gluing power of space
we pledged never
in ever we will be
plucking seconds feathers
hoping to further our denial.

falling
at sight instance
singing yes before logic protest
we found ourselves intertwined
drawn away off our void
into the vortex of unknown
cupid voted in..