If you were a beach, I’d tousle your particles with my fingertips. I’d write suggestive comments and rub them away with the flick of my wrist. I would sit and listen to the roar of the ocean, perfectly color-coordinated lover
Algae-rich sea, invigorate me with your aquamarine dreams. Be as the trees upon the land, sprawling like honey bees buzzing. My queen, for you, I’d suffer the sting of producing gold until old, die and then do it again
I’d part the stars, the Bardo Bahamas, to bathe in your lily scented waters. You’re the sun too. Your shells glow in the moon which is also you. You’re the sand castle and the reef, the sea. I’m wondering if you knew
We’re the bouquet of flowers. Your eyes are irises, your hair is Medusa’s head plant and your lips are impatiens. I’m a flying duck orchid. Combine us with some baby’s breath and we’re one happy family
Two roads diverge in a scarlet forest and they both lead right to you. Being your lost love, I longingly look down as far as I can. All that was or will ever be is you
I’ll be your Philalethes, my Goddess Persephone. “I lift up mine eyes, and behold I saw Nature as a Queen gloriously adorned, sitting upon her Throne”
You’re a cathedral with Gothic arches and I’m a spire. You’re a coral cave with a treasure chest and I’m a pirate. You’re an asset that yields my compound interest. Never have you been lovelier, Juliet Rose. How dost thy curls flow? Verily well, I hope
Why do we look high and low when all we need is here? There’s no remainder after you carry the one, the resultant of which is X to the Nth, but math is an abstraction. Real value comes in the form of communication
You’re so cool. You blow me away like an arctic wind and once I’ve been blasted to oblivion, you scatter the pieces. Still, I come here for the faint memory of your beatitude. Your face launched a thousand ships, Helen of Argos, vespertine enchantress
How I miss you, guardian of my solitude, song of the sea and ghost in my dreams. Like a summer breeze, you blew into my life but exited the very next moment. Now, I fold in on myself, sacrificing my health, a husk of a man from dusk till dawn
You flew away like a sparrow and my heart’s been full of darkness since. Where there was nothing, a flower blossomed, a land scape. I miss your touch so, but when I gaze upon the stars I’m reminded of the love we shared, as brief as it was rare
Heaven’s here and you’re the proof. You carry yourself like a crashing wave, that salty spray and fade to wetness leaves the beach absent of your presence until you grace it again. I come back for the rush. It’s poetry in motion and you’re Emily Dickinson
Lovely pony, I’d safely deliver you through the desert. As a bird, I’d circle above you at a distance. If you were a bird too, I’d sing to you from sun up to sun down without shame or embarrassment, and even if you weren’t a bird, I’d serenade you—whistling haikus
Library lover, lean into me. Let me share myself with you on stacks of Rumi and Shelley. There’s a glass ceiling. All the stars of Heaven are conspiring in our favor so if you waver, know that I’ll be right beside you and lead you to St. Peter’s gate atoned
You’re my artwork, always and forever, above the sun and far beyond. ‘Twixt the oceans of pearls, aloof no more, I’m fixed in your clutches. There’s a sharpness that would cut us to ribbons if it weren’t too a bastion, mending like hands aclasp at last
My snow queen, I’ve been softly scribbling messages frosted in subzero conditions, but the wind’s sheared them away in a blistering refusal. Though the sand blast of elements can tarnish the surface, every character’s captured eternally for you to read eventually
Welcome me into your bed. Embrace me at the waist and pull me into you. I can make your whole body smile with fingers interlaced and toes curled in ecstasy. I want to make you feel the pulse of the universe in your solar plexus as I become one with you
Breathing together, I’ll massage your insides until you erupt with involuntarily chirps of gleefulness. I’ll take you to paradise and gaze upon your angelic face, make your mouth water and your eyes roll back, cup your endowments and kiss your cherry lips
You taste so good, like honey. I’d tell you I love food, but let me count the ways. You’re so sweet like a fruit plate. I could nibble your berries with my nose against your pomegranate. I could swim in your blood oranges and spoon your persimmons
Your love is a river and I’m a rowboat. I’d follow you to the ends of the earth. The stars reflect like a dazzling light show upon your currents. I dip my paddle in, and sink it further. I could live like this forever, knocking back and forth against your banks playfully
Satisfy me daily as we languish by the sea. I’ll give in to my desire, hour and hour, until the morning. We’ll repeat until depleted and watch the stars jockey for position as our hair grays like a Van Gogh painting—sunflowers in the great awaiting
Grant me serenity, Lord, and lead me to my wife. I’ve walked wrongly a time or two, or a few, but those days are through. I want you to take over and deliver me into the loving arms of salvation. No one finds true love unless one is born of water and Spirit
Have a seat next to me and take it all in. We’re partners, you’re my better half and we’re complete at last. With nothing left to figure out, we’ll bask without a care besides the times when life gets rough in which case I’ll be there
Our stars have finally aligned. I’ll be in our constellation forevermore if you’ll allow it. What brightness illuminates the heavens such that all those looking on are changed for the better having witnessed our twinkling
Lycanthropy has taken me from all I ever knew. I took one look and here I am, howling at the moon. My skin turned with my hands and teeth to claws and fangs, a monster’s face. Although a beast for your affections I may be in the moonlight, I’m tenderly yours
Brick by brick, I’m laying the foundation for our love. It’s not a hut or wigwam, it’s a structure hard as quartz and strong as iron. I built a chimney for a fire, a hearth to make you mine, but time will tell if you’ll join me or if these walls will become my prison cell
No weapon formed against us shall prosper. Arrows break midday. Knives and swords melt as soon as they point themselves in our direction. We’ll deflect these advances because our love is stronger than the will of those who oppose our union
Sweet verbena, gypsy scent. You’re every shade of pink I can imagine. My heart skips a beat every time we meet. I turn to icicles and then drip into puddles. I can’t help but react. Your beauty is all-consuming
Darling dearest, take me by the hand and lead me to your palace. You’re a princess. These trees bends at the trunk in your presence. The animals sing your praises. What can I do to win your favor?
I usually have no problem talking but you leave me speechless. On a night such as this with my soul full of bliss, I’m thinking silence might accentuate the moment better save for a kiss on the lips
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