8 Love Poems From The Universe
Dancing With The Sea
Her silhouette glows in the moonlight
As she dances
With the waves of the sea,
Crashing between her feet
Like bubbling Champaign
Kissing garnet strawberries,
Beneath the dark of the breeze.
The moist billion-year-old grains of sand
Hold her hand
Guiding her home
To dry land.
Dancing with the sea
Has tired her perfect form.
As she looks for footprints
Left by her own.
Waiting For Her Man
The warmth from her slender neck
Caresses the silky soft waves of the duvet set,
Slipped over her naked body
Wrapped up like a present for sex.
She Carries Life
She has no scares
She needs no wings
She bleeds like an angel crying for her sins.
She weeps for her feelings and looses them in the rain.
She’s dead in the morning until she drinks the golden liquid that can leave a nasty stain.
She waits, she commands, she’s ready with her plan.
She delivers new children into the world without a helping hand.
We stand and stare and wonder how they can,
Who are we?
Just a simple man.
Tears of salt
Her tears filled up the universe
Leaving behind puddles of salt
That can now be seen as meteors
Speeding through space between galactical faults.
She left behind life
To begin again
Across the dark matter, sifting through this infinite place.
Tears that carry all the designs
Tears built for another time
Tears shed as an old world was swallowed by fate
On this journey defined by someone
Holding the keys to a platinum gate.
Salted tears cried by both woman and men
Made to start the process again
For a lost love
As light becomes rotten.
Bouncing through the centre of black holes
Built to store love
In an orange and pink lagoon
Held together by gravities pull.
Will we meet again?
As strangers, we both turned
And like a quasar from a black hole
We fell into each other’s eyes
Dancing like a nebula from a garden rose.
We traded moments of lost soul
No words were exchanged
In this infinite moment of poetic hold.
And with that
Never to know,
Why our magnetic pull
Decided to reverse.
An interdimensional call
I was shouted at,
From the outer reaches of this universe
From another dimension
By a woman who was full of broken heart.
She told me to wake up
And give back my gifts
To all who need a helping hand
On this journey of deliberate plan.
Again, she was right
As I’d forgotten how to fight
In the shadows where light had left on a relative flight.
She helped me rebuild my mind
But only for the last time,
As I converse with strangers
Looking for a lost neighbor –
In white pages
Written by a different hand.
The intrusion from her matt pink lips
Intoxicate week minds
Looking to find a way in.
She smiles to soften the rejection
Of lonely men pretending
As they offer the world
With empty leather wallets
Filled with plastic pearls.
Love was on the agenda
To which she had already chosen
Something that can not be broken
By men who offer silver tokens.
She awaits, in her toxic white dress
For one man to enter
From beyond the streets with pubs and clubs a mess.
Her perfume captures his breath
As they walk to meet each other
Like celebrity guests
A beautiful married couple – no less.
She wraps up one hundred pound notes
And gives them to the children
Living on the roads.
She feels sorry for the princess
Living in a castle
Hiding behind a wall
With a wealth built on taxes.
She cries for the innocent
She weeps for those in prison
She offers her hand
Without question to this land.
She understands the nature of life
And creates it when all seems right
She leans towards the light
With a distinctive smile
That puts an end to wars while walking with all her might.
She wants to be happy
And that is all she asks
So it is given
Without a written verse.