after the first kiss

 love’s not refined it’s undefined

it’s meant to make you lose your mind

she says don’t you hash tag me too

then shows up drunk and wants to screw

then turns into a little girl

who needs approval from the world

 

you’ll never know just what she wants

to get on base you’ll have to bunt

it’s not a game that you can win

she’ll change the rules with passing whims

the worst part is it’s not her fault

she’s multi-flowered, we’re asphalt

 

she’ll sacrifice all that she is

then tell you that you failed the quiz

because of all the misspellings

you thought that love ended with e

then suddenly you’re god made man

don’t even try to understand

 

it will remain a mystery

why she would want to be with me

complicated curvaceous creature

she’ll cut your scene from every feature

she’ll beat you with a baseball bat

then make a meal and rub your back

 

you’ll never know why you’re in love

with raven’s claws on turtle doves

cause we’re too dense to know that rain

will fall from clouds that are in pain

not qualified to even guess

if she is settling for less

or in her mixed bag of emotions

i’m the river to her ocean

 

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valedictorian of love

kiss me like you mean it – the magnetic fields

 

her whispered breath will resurrect the journey into spring

on cloudy days she finds a way to make the joy bells ring

and light the night ten times as bright as any moon and stars

and outshine all the neon lights on any boulevard

 

beyond compare i cannot stare at anything but her

i find my meaning in the day when from her sleep she stirs

my bucket list is one more kiss before i close my eyes

i dream about her every night and wake up satisfied

 

the fortune that we long to know when we are in our youth

is not the thing that will bestow what i’ve found in this truth

that nothing can redeem the heart except her emerald eyes

in her embrace the lines i trace were written by the wise

 

distracted by her beauty till i think of nothing else

ecstatic with contentment is the only thing i’ve felt

so let your passion burn for things your fingers cannot hold

i’ll sing like birds which herald spring and never feel the cold

 

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the seamstress

in saint joseph missouri is a street called lovers lane

where with a brown eyed beauty eugene field penned it to fame

the poem sublet the surface street as a place to abide

where maple trees could shield a kiss from all the prying eyes

 

i’ve never walked upon that street but if i ever do

the moment will be incomplete unless i walk with you

you’ve sewn a seam that’s in-between the distance of our hearts

a fabric forged from all my dreams that can’t be torn apart

 

and like this poet from the past this street is just a street

it was the hand that he held fast which made the moment sweet

for what surrounds often abounds as just a place to be

it doesn’t matter where we are as long as you’re with me

so let’s walk down this lovers lane or sit by the fire

you sew to flow through all my veins patterns of desire

 

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the day the sun stood still

the sun submerged its southern tip into the salty sea

i asked to kiss your silken lips and therein you agreed

that i could kiss you till the sun had sunk behind the waves

i quickly pressed my lips to yours before time slipped away

 

so lost within the ecstasy of your lips pressed to mine

i didn’t see the sweet mercy which came from the divine

for when you finally pulled away so you could gasp for air

where the sun was it had remained and hung without a care

 

and i reminded you you’d said until the sun had set

the grace displayed upon that day i never will forget

 

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unbridled

the sky divorced the raging sun

the evening song has now begun

like mist that rolls in with the tide

i seek a kiss which will imply

a need to heed a warm embrace

so frigid cold can be replaced

with the fire you inspire

in the flames of my desire

 

roses will burn till nothing’s left

the heat can take away your breath

ashes to ashes, dust to dust

there’s no returning from this lust

decimated with desire

drowning in the flames of fire

yet from the ashes i will rise

to beauty without compromise

and burn the same within the flames

a fire raging uncontained

 

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it’s called love

exiled stardust, lovers in lust

kissing like nuclear fission

still forbidden, un-forgiven

gay people beaten with disgust

 

the love they feel, so very real

they’ve met the person of their dreams

love’s fabric joining at the seams

love defined as two who can heal

 

each other when nothing is wrong

they’re not a subgenre of love

its love everyone’s dreaming of

each other’s arms where they belong

 

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my poetry is a plagiarization of your beauty

the only thing that never changes is that all things change

and yet i kiss your sultry lips and live in a refrain

 

of this chorus soft and porous

adjectives alive and aurous

about a love that is a verb

within each kiss which is superb

 

refrains the same but rewritten each time i write of you

act one complete and then we meet and i will write act two

 

in a chorus soft and porous

adjectives alive and aurous

about a love that is a verb

within each kiss which is superb

 

the poetry abounds in me, you’re my inspiration

immortalizing memories endless in creation

 

with a chorus soft and porous

adjectives alive and aurous

about a love that is a verb

within each kiss which is superb

 

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