after love

• suspended;.........

suspended in a dream....

.........a dream of what you are..........

.........temporary function....

.........the chain......

Shaine of love supply:

Uncertainty.....

the cells that feed my love.......

.........withholding..

.........widening the extreme chord to my existence......

the bruce's that you see, are from the night before..

.........my lips......

.........your lips...

inflamed from the embrace..the passion ..from the violence;

the violence of the night..of the love...

of the world we shared ....

that's what I feel today...

It's not sadness that you see..

It's not the glaze in my eyes.....

that seems so far away..

it's from the passion that we shared.........

share again today.

Look at my face...

look at my eyes...

look at my lips..........

........what do they say...what do you see................

never mind what you think........

a colloidal size emotion.......

mental..suspension..

excitement....

character of the night before..........

before it will be..................

• AGAIN IT WILL BE...
  susceptible sensation..
  sensibilities..feelings..of temptation............
  on the eyes of the surroundings...
  ..........no one will ever see....
  no one will ever.........
  like.....
  as you and me........
  together again..lets let ourselves be free................
  
  again.  ..  ..  lets be free !!

my love

through the leaves...

• moving gently with the breeze...
  i can see the brightness of the sky.....
  as if it is your eyes...............
  ..........the blue of your eyes.... ..........
  ..........tears...
  ..........combinations........ .........
  .the hue of your hair....
  blurring the sounds...
  sounds of small birds
  .........whisperings in the air air.....
  the feeling I have as when you are there....
  .........you are their..in a depth....
  .........a perception.....
  penetrating....deep within....
  .........within my heart..
  .........within my passion.. .........
  like a preeminent stare. frozen..
  Cold...bluish.........
  that portion allowing..between gray..green
  ..........and violet...........
  the violence of my passion..... ..........
  for the yellow softness ..
  feelings I have there..... ..........
  ..........the nearness of you...
  
  ..........my sweet...... ..........
  ..........of you...
  allowing a passage of my love..
  for the entrance to your being.....
  ..........faster...
  fastens the rhythmic..
  contractions of the image of you... .........
  .in your heart............
  .inside of you..ism seeing.
             The leaves look yellow..
  the branches look golden like ....
  the ones around your eyes....
  like the ones that make you as beautiful as you are........
  ............freezes a stare...
  ............as a cover of perennial ICE.
  floating like an ice...burg
  
  glowing in the sunset of you eyes..........
  melts it softly into the sea of your presence.
  of the beauty that I see..
  ...........that I feel....
  ...........when you are near....
  ...........be near to me...
  no need to wish..........
  for it is what I feel............
  allow me............ allow me to be near. .the sweetness of your breath.. ...........
  bring it here... ...........
  like the feeling I have whenever you are near....
  
  Whenever you are near.