PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I love you in your secret chambers

of doubt & desire--



in the sad & melancholy gesture

deepening at times the hazel blossom

in your eyes, when the sweet pangs

of sophistication beget a deep longing

in your heart,



in the last golden glimmer in your glance,

before the world dissolves & you enter

the dark mystery which is your real life--

your undisclosed secret soul,



in the gentle quivering of your body,

when the starlit night seems to seep

into your skin, & words well up in your lips

stirred by an incomprehensible dream,



in the fragile cadences of your voice,

as you struggle with the memory of a dear,

dear someone who has departed early & exists

now only in the satin chambers of your heart,



in the softly moaning rivers flowing from

your mouth in full moonlight as your body

blossoms in the night like some rare,

splendid flower of desire,



in the velvet slumber after fire,

w/limbs & arms entwined

& soft breathing in the dark,



I love you, yes--



in all the myriad, immeasurable gestures

which reveal the unvanquishable miracle

of your secret self.