love for me is
particles wandering about the moon
craziness chasing my veins
round
round
punctually beating hearts
patiently
patiently
as mine quietly nods
like someone trying not to laugh
dimples
dimples
lines molding my mouth
it lives in everything
sacredly and timidly touching
touching
touching
skilfully moving my soul
my personal blood
and with this blood
i tell the world about us
our thousand tailors desperately sewing at our feet
for this love surely fabrics
exclaiming in the sweetest of ripeness evermore
LOVE . .
Just how love should be — must be — I think. So textured and tasted and ever knowing a delicious, welcomed touch.
Gosh, yes. Absolutely. .
Beautiful words that so soothingly embrace a heart, letting it feel the passion of your love…wonderful write Mari!
Thank you darling.
“craziness chaining my veins”!…..I call it Venom:)
Peace & Light
Ah, same to you love.
Your words were like a song. “Round,Round.” I could felel it, my blood souring, I could see the dimples…an explosion of imagrey. It was lovely.
Thank you Jae. Wonderful, you..
Your words always touch me and this poem in particular evokes such longing of a love long passed – what power and magic love has to muse our art…
Oh goodness yes, love. Humbled by your praises as always. I thank you always.
I am honoured…