My Heart Bleeds...
Oh, My Heart Bleeds...
It bleeds, it whimpers, it shudders, it shakes and shivers, for you-
We strolled through life at a pace, shy-
to sit so sweetly in the smoky air against those jagged rocks.
Hoisted high, we laid enlaced on white Quartz and grey sandstone
as sun basked in daylight-
Sheer streams of glistening evergreen, amber summer stung
while weighted wind traced tender temples to peek, a glimpse-
Your soft touch of broken dreams lay still, on my heart of scars.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds…
It bleeds, in love, my Love-
Tell me, does my name melt in your mind like red velvet yearns?
How it cries for the warm energy of lips not yet tasted but still
reaches for safe port and solace, to be seen-
the desire, vivid, a striking taste swirling on the tongue of innocence.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds…
It bleeds with champagne twist, synergy suspended
steeped in the pool of your hot springs,
buoyant in a magnitude of senses my heart, she bleeds...
Oh youth, forbidden! Your story untold and still unwritten,
yet my path walked for nearly 15 years,
Alone-
So... Here we sit - you and me, inside the same skin.
A life already unfolded and another still remains unspoken-
The day, she swept away through my fingertips and the breeze
stole your name through sunlit leaves. A memory perhaps,
Never to be Seen Again-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
My Heart Bleeds, ©2015, Poems from Passion
Oh, My Heart Bleeds...
It bleeds, it whimpers, it shudders, it shakes and shivers, for you-
We strolled through life at a pace, shy-
to sit so sweetly in the smoky air against those jagged rocks.
Hoisted high, we laid enlaced on white Quartz and grey sandstone
as sun basked in daylight-
Sheer streams of glistening evergreen, amber summer stung
while weighted wind traced tender temples to peek, a glimpse-
Your soft touch of broken dreams lay still, on my heart of scars.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds…
It bleeds, in love, my Love-
Tell me, does my name melt in your mind like red velvet yearns?
How it cries for the warm energy of lips not yet tasted but still
reaches for safe port and solace, to be seen-
the desire, vivid, a striking taste swirling on the tongue of innocence.
Oh, My Heart Bleeds…
It bleeds with champagne twist, synergy suspended
steeped in the pool of your hot springs,
buoyant in a magnitude of senses my heart, she bleeds...
Oh youth, forbidden! Your story untold and still unwritten,
yet my path walked for nearly 15 years,
Alone-
So... Here we sit - you and me, inside the same skin.
A life already unfolded and another still remains unspoken-
The day, she swept away through my fingertips and the breeze
stole your name through sunlit leaves. A memory perhaps,
Never to be Seen Again-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet
My Heart Bleeds, ©2015, Poems from Passion