"we are all eager for lovers"

Hyacinth garden


"we are all eager for lovers"


love, made metaphor by splendor




we all are


we are all in the poem's title


that special once in a life time


a love too great for a dream




surrounded in August moonlight


daring, and fit


a lover that makes the poems


with a love that creates poetry in the words




we all want a seducer






I crave her


to taste her on my fingertips


to have her mist gloss my lips


her flag of crimson velvet


 so skilled




bright, frayed but vivid




shadowy red, though






the edge of pleasure






though, her façade is unfamiliar


there are no limits to her image


how impossible are the words


her persona entirely like poetry




still the poet is sleeping through illumination






peeking from this deep


the poet seeks his art in rhyme

but his parsing is so meager

 the words change in punctuation


he recalls the poem











to devastation and suffering


where sounds are mute and bent 

until the poet's expression is just mumbling

words that are dreams without creation


words that provoke the poet and he says,


"Why am I crying without love?"


“Who will translate the magic of love”?


View 9inety's Full Portfolio
SSmoothie's picture

you never let me down 9intey

you never let me down 9intey you are some talent extraordinary!!! I know I dont always comment but like many of my faves, what do you say to such envious works? SS WAS HERE? wish there was a love button. and a like so we would let people know how awsome their work was till we find the words to divulge it! hugss and happy Easter!

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

9inety's picture

thank you

dearest smoothie,

just knowing that you admire my meager attepmts at art is a treasure worth all the riches of the world.

you are a dear



"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot