loving me loving you...

Your blue eyes envelop
My brown skin, a desert
Blown away by soft words,
In the wind I feel the sun
Drawn to your lips, a touch
Separates the red moistness,
The paleness of your smile
I kiss, our cheeks brush
Hair running through fingers.

We look across wide blue
Eyes flashing, rasping silence
We sit in peace speechless,
Blinking at gentle brightness
Flowing love veins, a touch
Traces the raised blueness,
The forgiveness of laughter
Knows not, what we do
Grants me my salvation.

At work time shaves edges
Off no-one, standing still
Eyebrows raise departure,
The earth runs to the other
Arms outstretched, a touch
Lends your smile freshness,
The suppleness of a breast
I kiss, brushes my hair
loving me loving you.

In the light of her soft touch

To touch her
mascaraed eyes, kiss
her gentle lips, softness
runs through fingertips.
Golden hair, blonde
bodies touching, smoothness
breast against my cheek
touching the forest where dreams
are made, her legs dressed up
toes painted, naked for me
to see, just me, she holds herself
all made up so I may bask
in the light of her soft touch,
kissing her hand touching
my cheek warming
                          to her gentleness...

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A toast

Nothing, froth, blank verse

That no designer will cut,

So far drowns a troupe

Of Sirens now on the path.

We sail, oh my diverse

friends, I’m already astern

Before you cut that pompous

flood of wrath and winters.

Sweetly drunken I pledge

Without fearing the pitching

Barely standing to toast.

Soiltude, reef, star

It’s unimportant what earned

The blank concern of our canvas.

by Stéphane Mallarmé

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