Marifosque

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Archive for the tag “romantic reading”

Garden

 

The days are kind; we opened to taste

Luxurious breath caressing our skin

Love has never been this sweeter

For departed with temporary sorrow

She introduced us to hold, and live for

The quiet understanding between us

Upon which door the future we may take

Learning, she is teaching us to move

Together or against, yet with each other

She is teaching us that love ends not

Like the isolated feel of wintry tundra

But stirs again like the gardens in spring

She is teaching us should we will it so

Flowers will bloom brighter in adversity

Then she encourages us to our hands

Our heart beats single in pleasing tunes

We dance to the swirl of calm romance

Leaving a wake of roses farmed in affection

We bloom rare like late flowers in autumn

And In her quiet heady-scented spring garden

Planted firmly she will watch us grow in Love

– m a r i f o s q u e

02-11-13

The Wait

jake

Where do you go my darling? I cannot follow

When shall you return? Time I cannot borrow

But I shall wait for you, my dear,

Soon I will hear the tinkle of that tiny chime,

That sweet music composing quiet laughter,

Soon I will feel your warmth and tenderness,

Providing this monotonous dullness with life,

And when you return, I will make you happy too,

Not with these common charms or words to woo,

For I only have these little hands to show,

But you will have love, passion, and faith from me

Heaven is our home when we are together,

It is in that togetherness we are in ecstasy,

As you wrap me in your porcelain arms,

As you lean to give me the kindest kiss,

As you whisper truths of your affection to me,

And the world is more than perfect once again,

These dark eyes will show contentment,

And with you beside me, I shall never want,

So come home soon, dearest. I wait.

-M A R I F O S Q U E

012213

Poems Mustn’t Cry For Songs Of Sorrow

We begun madness sung in hot hearts,

Lovers come with lips tempestuous,

Coldness and warmth both singe,

Bed lined aflame with burning passion

Love made lovers create such magic,

Hearts provide the joyful house,

Songs and words come each day,

Within hearts and eyes that smile

But winds come bitter with time,

And apart the lovers seek new roads,

Unconditional poems of love given,

Were selfishly obtained and marred

January greedily stole lover’s soul,

Sweet songs turned bitter in taste,

Poems must not cry for songs of sorrow,

For endings come with a better tomorrow

– M A R I F O S Q U E

011913

For you, since you just broke my heart today!

Happy Friday!

The week toiled has now finished,

You wonder how my smiles diminished,

Weary, my soul needs mending,

And know that your arms do tending,

 

I trudge not with heavy footfalls,

For Friday nights, magic befalls,

Do come home with a lighter step,

The portal is near, breathe deep,

 

Enter. To you I am well expected,

Today has not been complicated,

In this evening you shall set me lose,

With your eyes, life earlier was ruse,

 

It was never true, never real; hazy as mist,

But here in our happy home, I exist

And so we play our little game

You know me and I, your name

 

We grow different in each’s presence,

So well you cater my arduous silence,

I will return the odds with your favorite

As your deed unfold under lace corset

 

happyfriday

– M A R I F O S Q U E

011813

Fire

Internally it sears the body,

The ember mouth seeking

Those cool ones are wanting,

Quell and water us down,

Hold and posses these hands

We dive into these pools,

Hot and burning, we stir

Weigh the consequences, then

Kiss!

Dare to touch the fire,

Engaged hearts soar and soar,

Carry me then bear me down,

Pin me with abandon desire,

Release!

Lose yourself!

Pull me, push me, lift me,

Make me call your name,

Fire, fire, burning within

Blood rise in tempest,

Our breaths mingle with our souls,

As together we raise this heat

Exhale … Breathe…

This fire will not go sooner

Tonight is young,

And you are mine.

– M A R I F O S Q U E

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Longing

Near me, Kiss me , Love
Darling gentle upon the cheek,
You missed me for last week,
Darling sweetly on my lips,
And here I hold your hips,
I shall kiss you on the chin,
Come now, where have you been?

I’m eager, I miss you, Love,
Those deep blue eyes of heaven,
Stars that make your hair even,
The mouth that angels smile upon,
And the swagger- such a turn on!
So lovely to see you my darling,
Once again my days are  fulfilling

-M A R I F O S Q U E

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My Christmas

Heaven as dark as these eyes of mine,

My cheeks- red, my lips sensuously divine,

Yet heart is warm and my love your hearth,

Come in from the cold and touch satin girth,

Here, I’m made for you this Yuletide Night,

Worship my temple as you worship the light,

Stay here in my arms; caress my hair, my bosom,

Wrapped in fur and velvet, allow me to blossom,

Let my difference and strength disarm your belief,

I’m human, all woman and love has no “if”,

This night your wish comes true, this Nickelmas,

Open  your present sinful in crimson, Merry Christmas!

– M a r i f o s q u e

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goth christmas

Hold us, Love

On the bus on the way home an elderly couple climbed on. Nothing out of the ordinary. They are your standard elderly couple.

She was graying as he is, her long hair was tied in a pony tail and both have movements that give away their age only that it was temporary thought of, for their little facial lines betray my assumption. I wonder…

I didn’t get to observe him much as they sat down beside me.

A slight movement made me gaze over them. In an instant she had the vigor of a younger woman, playful, smiling, and chuckling, because her husband beside her suddenly wrapped an arm around her and offered his  shoulder to lean her pretty head on. Quiet laughter between them.

He wasn’t interesting at first, yes. But upon looking over to say hi, his smile towards her is warm and inspiring to make this poem on the way home as they begin to doze.

In that moment, both looked like lovebirds to me: beautifully colored in the comfort of  age, yet young and playful in their hearts, and in embrace both colors blend in magnificence.

For the couple who sat beside me :

Hold us, Love

Seasons come in calm and fury

Not knowing towards but hold us, Love

Waver not in belief for I shall not drift

Hold us for we shall not fail,

What is us,

What is ours,

Years may stain, don’t let that burden you

Our hearts and arms shall house this belief:

“This love we have is unreserved devotion

To keep who we are

To keep what is us,

To keep what is ours,”

Life may abate but hearts will soar,

Death will come eventually calling, but, 

Remember where you walk I will follow

Always and forever will hold us, Love

– Marifosque

12-14-12

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