Thank you very much to Editor Nilavronill Shoovro of Our Poetry Archive for including three of my poems in the Romantic Edition.

WE

Whene’er we sit upon the hassocks,

knee to knee and drink our brew

and gaze into each other's eyes,

just we two.

No dirges for the both of us,

those are a long way off,

for faces uncreased and easy laughs

abound our days.

While strength and hope

and fearlessness fill this season of our lives,

we’ll keep our spirits high

and spirits we'll kick back.

For all too soon, time wears on

winter comes and darkness falls

and all those moments whene’er we sat

will seem as distant as the stars are far.

Promise me you'll not forget

nor look back at that time with any regret,

but hold each memory close to heart

and always picture just we two,

when we were the best we’d ever be.

PETALS

Sepals fall off softly, one at a time, floating to the ground

Underneath like silk, a satin welcome

Exposed

Now sun kissed and laid bare; feel the breath of Spring on your stem

The breath of new Spring, connect with the seed

Exposing the rose button

Within this opening; feel the breath of Spring on your stem

So close, the flowering petals

Exposing the rose button

Inflorescence

So close, the flowering petals

Spring’s mounting ascent

Efflorescence

Exposed

Spring’s breathless release

Sepals fall off softly, one at a time, floating to the ground

SAILING

You have seen my soul.

We stood at the edge of the world

where both the sky and the sea mate.

No uncertainty about both our needs.

We ride sparkling waves to our next life port,

there's so much behind us,

but then, we have so much more ahead.

You've taught me how organic love is

as we float the world together,

the rattling of our bones together,

day after day, our connection twangs,

we've done without many things,

most of which would trip us up,

except those things that really matter.

You add light for my benefit,

you keep the skies and seas blue

even on the cloudiest days.

When I break you glue me back

with starlight from inside your eyes.

You have awoken something real in me,

you always take care of me,

your hands hold the key to me.

You have the ocean waves to sing your song,

my kind brown eyed man.

We jumped the broom and shattered the glass.

Our unconventional life, somehow,

this grand sail with you never grows tiresome.

I love you most when you check out the fancy girls

and then turn around and beg for me.