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-
breath soaked, stained
in words unspoken, caught
captured in colored glass
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 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, Tiny Poet
The Trace of Night, ©2016, Poems from Passion
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-
breath soaked, stained
in words unspoken, caught
captured in colored glass
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 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, Tiny Poet
The Trace of Night, ©2016, Poems from Passion
