Today’s Poem: You Make Me Lovely

       You Make Me Lovely

 

 

A shamble in my mind

And still I find

You make me lovely

 

I’m coming to your beck

For your kiss upon my neck

It’s just another time

You make me lovely

 

I don’t find the exact reason

Never mind the season

Or the day

Work or play

You make me lovely

 

It seems a skill you’ve honed

That fancies me to the bone

The display is in my moan

Ever still and no until

You make me lovely

 

In my party dress

Or a t-shirt and jeans

Analyzing and mellow

Or bursting laughter at the seams

You take it all

And it’s always, lovely

 

When my perfect tresses

Turn artistically wild

When the lady in me caves

And becomes a spoiled child

You never let me go

You hurriedly run and mend

And in your arms of logic

I transcend

And everything about me

Is lovely

Once again

 

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Thee above painting is by Renoir ~*  

 

Today’s Poem: If

 

If

 

If you were a farm boy

I’d hide beside the tree

You’d come to take a break

But end up kissing me

 

If you were a boatman

Upon the dock, I’d wait

A feverish smile when you’re on time

Hugs and banter if you’re late

 

If you were a painter

I’d sit contently in a chair

Watching your lovely strokes

As sun beams slivered through your hair

 

Oh it would never matter

Your livelihood is not love’s key

Your days would be quite different

But all the same, my love to thee

 

 

 

Today’s Poem: Frame of Mind

    Frame of Mind

 

I have never gotten the chance to tell you

That when I take your hand to tell you something

I want you to press it to your face

And turn to kiss my palm

Telling me, all along

You have loved me

 

I have never gotten the chance to let you know

That when I run up to you in a silly mood

And you tackle me like a cat

I want you to lie on top of me

So I can feel your heaviness, against my chest

And then for you to confess

That you’ve longed for me too

 

For how can there be a chance

In traffic

In the middle of a movie

There is no chance, resting at the beach

Or imagining underneath our regal tree

Some would say

There is your chance, take it

But something always gets in the way

Something I can’t explain

And as we are taking a walk

I see a bench in plain view

I envision myself saying

Let’s sit

And then unsealing the tiny envelope in my heart

Reading the words with such relief

But the bench came and went

And the veins of the leaves on the ground

Crawled out

Spelling my regret

There goes another chance

 

That I never seem to get

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The wonderfully unique image above Frame of Mind

is entitled Time by Niculina Florian. Check out all

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