The Trace of Night
I want to fall in love with you,
Rip-Roaring, Mad- Free!
Like scarlet silk ruffles
Through soft and wild winds
Across orange-soaked
Faces of yellow daffodils.
My breath soaked
Stained in words unspoken,
Captured through rainbow colored glass
I’m Fractured,
Shattered-
Shards of reddened drenched heart
Forgotten,
Lost-
Fall aimlessly, unfounded
In the blank and blinding stratosphere.
A challenge to the very impulse of my faith!
YOU-
A manifestation resurrected
In flesh and blood
In. Whole. Heart.
Your Heart
Rests on the center of lips,
Ripe and puckered bloom
On the tips of a resounding, yes!
Yes!
I want to fall madly in love with you!
I do, I want to spill into your skin
As twilight falls into stars.
Just slip away from this world
Wildly bright and collapse-
Collapse,
Cracked open
Into the dreams of day - -
- - But of night
You are a phantom, an apparition.
A blurry emission of pastel haze;
Purple, pink and blue persona.
The illusion to which my ache is never quenched,
Yet, your call haunts me-
The Trace of Night lies thick on your name
Hung by the necks of a thousand soulless tongues
As winter drifts by... And by… And by...
Oh, cast your seed across bachelor button fields
Spread wide the hunting ground-
Conjure the calla lilies and call upon me!
Call forth a sonata of blue-masked birds
Only my bones can receive
Unbounded by the blazon, blueberry sky-
Let the planet ring!
Hear it rave and ripple just underneath the whale's song
As earth quakes and trembles,
Begging stones to rise in soil
So that life,
Climbs back into the very pulse of my blood!
My full body entreaty,
Trails the scent of my desire on your flesh,
It Burns - -
- - My eyes
Can only draw upon the breath of your gaze.
So that my fire,
The blaze inside you-
Knows that I-
-Am with you too.
- J. Circosta
Poems From Passion
The Trace of Night, ©2016
I want to fall in love with you,
Rip-Roaring, Mad- Free!
Like scarlet silk ruffles
Through soft and wild winds
Across orange-soaked
Faces of yellow daffodils.
My breath soaked
Stained in words unspoken,
Captured through rainbow colored glass
I’m Fractured,
Shattered-
Shards of reddened drenched heart
Forgotten,
Lost-
Fall aimlessly, unfounded
In the blank and blinding stratosphere.
A challenge to the very impulse of my faith!
YOU-
A manifestation resurrected
In flesh and blood
In. Whole. Heart.
Your Heart
Rests on the center of lips,
Ripe and puckered bloom
On the tips of a resounding, yes!
Yes!
I want to fall madly in love with you!
I do, I want to spill into your skin
As twilight falls into stars.
Just slip away from this world
Wildly bright and collapse-
Collapse,
Cracked open
Into the dreams of day - -
- - But of night
You are a phantom, an apparition.
A blurry emission of pastel haze;
Purple, pink and blue persona.
The illusion to which my ache is never quenched,
Yet, your call haunts me-
The Trace of Night lies thick on your name
Hung by the necks of a thousand soulless tongues
As winter drifts by... And by… And by...
Oh, cast your seed across bachelor button fields
Spread wide the hunting ground-
Conjure the calla lilies and call upon me!
Call forth a sonata of blue-masked birds
Only my bones can receive
Unbounded by the blazon, blueberry sky-
Let the planet ring!
Hear it rave and ripple just underneath the whale's song
As earth quakes and trembles,
Begging stones to rise in soil
So that life,
Climbs back into the very pulse of my blood!
My full body entreaty,
Trails the scent of my desire on your flesh,
It Burns - -
- - My eyes
Can only draw upon the breath of your gaze.
So that my fire,
The blaze inside you-
Knows that I-
-Am with you too.
- J. Circosta
Poems From Passion
The Trace of Night, ©2016
