Tension

tension thrives on need
seedflowers&flows hers
flourish in the fertile sown
valley of satin beddings
iridescent silk pillows
glow worm shows luminous
purple lanterns lush with light
night unfolds the sky with pairs
of ivory pale arms after dusk
musky ambers feather your hair
dimensions simmer to liquid
repair to yore bubbles of castle
and wreath under the silver bridge
beneath me and you over and over
tender your eyes supple your body
bends like
a reed
tension thrives
on need....  

© joseph s 07

Vise

she dreams of a garden of ice
diatoms fly through the lavender air
diadems catch in the wind in her hair
satin flowers of frost climb up the window's pane
vines cold as heaven wander and wane
wanting for wonder, wonder's desire
she dreams a flame of ice in the fire,
is a light without heat, crimson parts a twilight sea
where waves roll in and retreat so endlessly
high above the garden's walls she flies and falls
into her dream into these seas of ice
diatoms fly through the lavender air
diadems catch in the wind in her hair,
she is fleeing the fires of avarice...

© Joseph S 07

~{{{Saga}}}~  

could fall so in love
with the silences between your sighs
when evening gathers in your eyes
the Moon's so full above
luminous twilight veils to spread
across night's forest branches waiting so still
will brush the faery hair from your forehead
whilst stars spin through their dances, flowers spill
amongst those dreams lost in my words i
wander out to where the Sea's
wandering will
waiting so still,
i could fall in love with you
the silences in your sighs
evening's in your eyes
open closes windowsill ties,
the universe sighs and i
see the worlds in your eyes
words fail me i could say
so many things escape my tongue
they are wild and tame all speak your name
utterances compose themselves in images of
You,
if i can lose myself sometimes between the moments
of clear illumination and a soaring dizzying blind spiral spin
moth or angel with feet of rhyme tied to the clouds passing bye
a universal sigh and i
descend upwards falling through my own wings were sailing high
loving the worlds in your eyes
saying so many words i could fail
or fly again into the whirlring all
in the fall, there is a part
:ing: of the waves: of your hair:
demimondes of hills speckled bands
ramp up the bulging waistline of :sky:
passersby look up to see what's up;
i suppose it's all oh i suppose it's all;
in the fall there is a part
:ed: tread between the falling sole
and the angle of the stairs
parting the waves of your hairs
in the absolute colouraturas of your eyes
visions dance in the history of light
seamyths surge in gorgeous golden swells
devouring hungered eclipses of Nature's wrenching cries,
diamond motes of dandelion puffs carousel whirl
in luminous breaths, {when she's holding you close, so near::touching}
laughter singing on the wind, catches her parasol dress
bringing tears to ;your sighs 'til she's free of ephemoral restraint
feeling lovely and faint as a kiss crimson'd blush
serenely sealed; lavender moistures veiling an ascendant hush,
steals over the borders of respiring thought
whispering wonder, slipping under the grass velvet green
as tho' a bed's unreal surreal ardor called you as you fell
into her gorgeous golden swell
dandelion puffs, {dna}
carousel whirl {universes}
parasol dress {paint a guess}
kiss crimson'd blush { secret crush}
veiling an ascendant hush
within there is a part
:ing: of kisses, sighs veils of moonlit dew,
you make me breathless with longing
{don't say that it's all in my mind}
the way you fill my thoughts with
something too beautiful to know
is such a gift, it's so close to perfect
but it's not something near enough
to touch, only if i could {just the thought}
causes my heart to beat so much faster
sends a river of blood rushing through my veins
like the Moon is pulling me to kiss her face
where lavender fairies dance, your lunar grace
descends upon my rhymes
in twirling thistle fingers, {near enough to:}
::touching:: ~U~!
is so impendingly precipitous to blushing inclinations*
silken shivers of twilight mouth dews of satin from your skin
{cerise anemones flutter upon those softly sighing porpoise mounds}
lifted through storms of interstellar snows of lightfall
your breathless beauty glittering in the iris summer evening tides
roses riding plush upon the celtic seaside fields of your cheeks
your runic fingers feel like velvet brushing the night's heraldic shields
branded crests,
across the bows of horizons curtsied skirts to bind
{don't say it's all in my mind}
my enchanted heart with spells fertile, pearls of light you sow
the way you fill my thoughts with
{your mouth, your lips, the vision of your
naked breasts,
gleaming in moonlight
the fall of your hair, fragrant flowers of the summer's always never passing slight}
like a secret no one tells, Oh too beautiful to know
somewhere between an ancient summer's highest greens
and a hadean winter crossed by wolvish snows,
there is a woman
with a silver waisted chalice
shining through
the back of my mind,
her hair is waving in the sky
with a sweetly haunting radiance
i really cannot define,
her arms are woven in the trees
seem to enfold me with a pallid fire
as the leaves she lights from fingertips,
sing siren songs to me, the seas
rolling upon the shore, feel her lips,
kissing the evening like my soul
is lost and yet, i dream to let
her enter me to make me whole,
{there is a woman unlike anyone i've ever met}
inside my hand she holds a dream, we hold a vine
wrapping her thighs, in venus sighs around my eyes
the forest earth is sweetly damp the moon is shining
like a lamp, to brush her forehead luminously fair
where visions are born to fill kingdoms of the air,
i wish i want, i hope she haunts my heart until
{there is a woman living in my dreams, where does she go}
when daybreaks my heart, the sun is bright and shining so,
the silver chalice of her waist is waiting 'rapt
in mysteries, in fairy seas, and foxgloves drawn
up to the borders of the skies
weaving her fingers through my eyes,
leaves she lights from fingertips
feel her shores upon my lips
:part:
:ing: the falling treads in two,
concealed inside of you there is
everything:
to recreate a world
i could desire,
to live in mind of such moments
{just a thought is all it is}
who knew what or where or why
how i found you once upon a time,
there was a silence falling
like a satin veil over the waters
still, and deep the skies reflections
whispering, 'whatsoe'er she will.'
conceal inside a light of naked beauty
shines so luminously like
the heart you sought
is nearly here, feel the night breathing
upon your lips, like feathery branching
wings of some forever river winding song
to long and long for the waters to drink
you whole, consuming vision, mind, body soul
she is you think, inside of you there is
everything:
to recreate a world {Tatiania as his elbow stirs
the rippling currents of her silken sleep, 'pon
her unblemished brow, strung stars like the strings
of a lyre,}
she could desire:
Tatiania asleep amidst the crimson heathers
feathery jewels of mist gather 'pon her brow
fearsomely fair a light glows encircling
the forest dell like horizons bow 'round a world
purple shadows dance in flower shoes
the seasons spin like whirligig thistle downs
with changeful colours, patterns strewn
throughout the echoing glens and streams
Where Tatiania sleeps enchantful dreams,
whoever knows her thoughts so deep
when seasons pass mercurial
her faerie hand ethereal,
waves away Time with a languid brush
leaves breathe softly in a purple hush,
more deeply still, she sighs the night
is one long dream of lush twilight
silver sylph in the willow of spring
time shall your haunting song bring
me a chalice of waterish spells to drink
bells made of eider and spider blue to think
once i thought to steal a kiss from you
such a perilous gem to risk is like unto
a furious pillow of star to fold encase
the season swells it banks and bursts
a deluge cask of rain to quell these thrists
which burn the brain and lungs, so far a dream to chase,
silver sylph in the willow of spring
time shall your haunting song bring:
i could fall so in love
with the silences between your sighs
when evening gathers in your eyes
the Moon's so full above
i suppose it's all oh i suppose it's all;
in the fall there is a part
:ed: tread between
crimson, silver, in the luminous green...

© joseph s 07