The Gust Of A Breath (The Breath Of A Gust)
The Gust of a Breath …
In sweet flowers of love beyond
in emotional impressed distress
where heart’s arms have returned to lay
having played those notes in yawning days
when impassioned passions flowed
inside love’s autumnal spring caress
The gust of a breath
For where there came one arm in hand
beyond where impassioned passion splayed
fingers born so close together
as born inside each other’s wane
so sweetly created nodding urge
where winter’s icy fingers now formed
The breath of a gust
Inside two hearts lonely passions lurked
increasing(ly) gazing at moonlit stars
wonderingly wandering where lovers play
birthing thoughts of ever sweetening possess
when hands and arms come sweetly together
intention within their hearts so strained
The gust of a breath
As moonlit nights stretched to darkened days
where burgeoning thoughts of caressing heights
became as once was those with another
predisposing days inside smothering nights
in sweet flowers of love beyond
resurgent only in strangled thoughts
The breath of a gust
Where massive manic mania spread
in heart’s beating waves erasing mist upon mist
kissing bodies rolled and jumbled
in impassioned passions rolling bliss
there arrived sweet thoughts jostled clean
as inherent passions flew so secretly away
The gust of a breath
Sweet flowers of love beyond
blooming and blossoming in fertile soil
in reigning rains brought within to boil
passed those hands and arms so warm
storming where passions distress
‘in patterned recess of ultimate excess
The breath of a gust
Where ocean’s waves so flowed in excess
repossessing those two hearts so very lost
costing only sweet beginning of lover’s haven
redesigning of emotions so sorely sought
as errant blue waves came in deeply to play
now so deeply lost on that lover’s day
The gust of a breath
Inside impassioned passions sweetly caressed
resisting only those excess remembrances
of loving just so divinely divine
in passing past’s so very lonely times
gazing within starry starry nights so full
pulling both hearts backwards to those full lonely days
The breath of a gust
Where sweet flowers have gone so blue
hued in scarlet of love’s exploding passions
fashioned by fingering arms so warming
storming with those days and nights absorbed
disrobed within escalating unknowing places
facing only the deepest loneliness ever attained
The breath of a gust (The gust of a breath)
So, here I am. Relate to me, please!
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Donald this is a beautiful poem and so well constructed. My favourite of those I have read of yours so far. Thanks for sharing.
John, your kind words bless me this early am. I am so grateful this found such high favor with you.
Thank you for the gift of such a precious commodity, your time!