My Turtle Dove

what is this feeling that devours me?

can’t stand being a brat always in need.

the pain! the pain! mixed so sweetly

with memories so completely

alive with passionate sensations so

the pain is bittersweet to me you know

the skies are gray when you leave me my love

the flowers lose their hue my turtle dove

the gray! the gray! drives me crazy

i do nothing,  become lazy

waiting for your return to wash away

the gray as i beg you to always stay

Forget Longing

"The act of longing for something will always be more intense than the requiting of it." ~ Gail Godwin

that time common caress formed something high
around you to address touch with a sigh
thrown pleasantries! thrown pleasantries!
only float inland in degrees
ever true pulsations land easily
thrown pleasantries float breezily

those which are lost differ not more says you
half touch does not blister any more too
forget longing! forget longing!
want for nothing, gain everything
be able to bloom messily in dreams
forget longing, for eternity screams