I softly spoke
To the Italian stars
About you
They whispered back
We know
She’s Ours
I raised my voice
Yelling at
The top
Of my lungs
She is
The one
The one I love
My Free
The Moon
Mighty She
Smiled back
And breathed
Into me
I know
She’s of Me
As you are
RLove
10.5.20
F/Italy
PS. I wrote this after getting back in from a night of Italian food, and walking under the stars in the dark!!
Her vessel Meant for The wind Wild and free Setting course For the unknown And known As she sailed Her wake Caught his eyes Causing a moment Dancing in Lightening’s touch Their travels Meant to Be together Their longing Lit anew Setting a New course Future’s kiss Lighting the way RLove 4.9.20
The drive Anything but methodical Luscious mountains Salt-n-peppered With pine and Recent snow Stealing breath I drive on The road beneath Serving as an Entry point Into the serene Cracking my window Feeling the air Transform my breathing Lighten my load Bringing spontaneous Ahh Spirit quickening I scoot down The hill Towards Nederland A home…
My blood Running thick Winter cold Causing a Mudding effect She walks in Flying into My welcoming Outstretching arms The moment Knowing she Is near Boiling begins My blood Instantly thinning Thickness leaving Her effect Leaving a Lasting and Permanent stamp Upon my Changing being RLove 1.21.20 F/Littleton Starbucks
Feet First Born feet First Running the moment My feet touched down Earth underneath Calling me onward Picture from childhood Tethered down Little Ricky running Towards the unknown Running to the next Experience wanting more Not settling for Second best Knowing there is more Running no longer Content in the moment Desiring what is now…
Some down and dirty sex. Slam bam thank you mam. Or sir. Is welcomed. If desperate. Lasting sex. Is something desired. Quickies are a thrill. But often leave the soul empty. Tasting of cheese sticks at Applebee’s. Great going in. And going down. Void of sustenance. Leaving regret behind. What is lasting sex? 15 minutes?…
