"You are the Rose of me, In you have I lost myself utterly, Your fragrance, as a breath from Paradise, About me ever lies; I crush you to my heart with subtlest ecstasy And on your lips I live, and in your passionate eyes You are the Dream of me, My visions many-footed flit and … Continue reading You are the Rose of me,❤
"Anyone can hide. Facing up to things, working through them, that's what makes you strong."
“WHAT SOME ‘BIRDS’ CAN GET FOR ‘2018!’ ” a.k.a. : “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo’s Sister!” A girl with leopard glasses Came by one Winter’s Day; She was a long-haired feline and had-surely come to play! Her purpose was exploratory - perhaps to find a mate! Permission to “pet” kitty! Let’s hope I am … Continue reading FELINE 😻
Love is boring and passé, all that old baggage, the bloody bric-a-brac, the bad, the gothic, retrograde, obscurantist hum and drum of it needs to be swept away. So, night after night, we sit in the dark of the Roxy beside grandmothers with their shanks tied up in the tourniquets of rolled stockings and open … Continue reading GOLDEN
Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes: the breake of day, Lights that do mislead the Morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but sealed in vain, sealed in vain.
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curving point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do us, that we should not long Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher, The angels would press on us, and aspire … Continue reading “Sonnets from the Portuguese” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
https://www.pinterest.com.au/bluebaby48/flowers-in-love/?sender=279504858032170740&invite_code=99b9c4b248b144fb92d574a28174db2a The little white clouds are racing over the sky, And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March, The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by. A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze, The odour … Continue reading FLOWERS
All those nights I waited For you Date night you called it Then I felt that scent of your breath Shivers, ran down my spine down to my pointy toe's Back arched waiting for that final surrender I still close my eyes even today remembering all we were No one will ever steal my memory … Continue reading DATE NIGHT