Was it not you that I spied in the garden last night?
When my mind drifted off deep into the dark silence
And I could make out caramel whispers of my name
Sprinkled and intermingled within the cloud of stars
Did you not extend a hand to place upon my shoulder?
While I found myself slipping on fragmented dreams
And you slowly awoke me upon your gentle approach
Preceded by a perfume hinting of a sensual jasmine
And I, deep in slumber, stirred desperately to meet you
To share with you an ecstasy that belonged to only us
I struggled to stay with you as dawn tugged incessant
And I refused to open my eyes in the fast arriving light
Wanting not to slide down the spiral of encroaching day
Resisting the coming of the morning and realities knife
That would slice callously my remaining dream of you
That would sever those strings and bonds between us
Was it not you that I held tightly in my arms last night?
Engrossed in the warmth that only two lovers possess
Embracing in the focused beams of iridescent starlight
Our hearts pressed against each other within their beat
Did you not say that you had secretly always loved me?
And you knew as well as I of what we held to be sacred
That would for an eternity exist and so continue to grow
There as proof that our words were never spoken in vain
And I, without rest, would ensure that the passion lived
Between the soft silken tapestry of our own two souls
Betwixt the threads of an unspoken treasure of intimacy
That spilled out into the sea of tranquility and peace
Wanting not to miss a moment longer without the touch
That would bring ecstasy that much closer to our lives
As we remain pasted in the center of a web of a dream
Stuck between reality and that romance in our hearts
Oh...you have melted my heart completely and fully with your bewitching words. What true romance you weave...'Embracing in the focused beams of iridescent starlight,Our hearts pressed against each other within their beat'...Blissful!...
Diana...
No one writes romance like you Amor. I honestly believe you are the best of the contemporary romance poets. I am forever your fan. What a meltingly sweet poem of love and passion touching the very soul.
Like an apparition in the night. That 'preceded by a perfume hinting ...' line brings me to that vision. The love and longing are palpable, and so is the pain of living a reality that is so much less than the dream in your hearts. Beautiful, touching, a wonderful write. ~Best, Elizabeth
Amor, words cannot tell of the profound impact this poem has upon my soul. You speak with such ease and eloquence. Each word, sentence verse just flows into each other like that of soul mates.
Simply stunning poetry!
Amor at his best, glad you have returned with full fury!
Stitched with threads of golden-spun erotica, Amor. I've always wished to see a collaboration between you and La Belle Rouge...you write romance that all of us plead for. When it's this good, your words bring us to the best place in our hearts, truly Amor Sabor has returned! Be well...
This is fine writing, Amor, truly fine..."caramel whispers of my name" how good is that! and the intensity of "focused beams of iridescent starlight" is just right.
As we remain pasted in the center of a web of a dream
Stuck between reality and that romance in our hearts
Your whole poem has built towards this conclusion masterfully, Amor. This visual is very strong but I also particularly love the articulation of unspoken, ongoing intimacy that has formed this sea upon which conjoined souls can sail together, though apart. Our spirits fly in air, but our souls are made of heavier waters and desire deeply to plunge and be fulfilled. A poem that quenches the thirst it speaks of. And a great blessing to the heart that is open to receive. Careful and thoughtful work, thank you. xx
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Diana...
You could melt my heart. Nice poetry.
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Simply stunning poetry!
Amor at his best, glad you have returned with full fury!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
A delicacy to be savored again and again.
Encore! ENCORE!!
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Christine
Stuck between reality and that romance in our hearts
Your whole poem has built towards this conclusion masterfully, Amor. This visual is very strong but I also particularly love the articulation of unspoken, ongoing intimacy that has formed this sea upon which conjoined souls can sail together, though apart. Our spirits fly in air, but our souls are made of heavier waters and desire deeply to plunge and be fulfilled. A poem that quenches the thirst it speaks of. And a great blessing to the heart that is open to receive. Careful and thoughtful work, thank you. xx
Regis