||||Paints With Words

Lines that etch your gentle face
the comfort of your warm embrace
the out pour of your total devotion
uninhibited honest emotion.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

The strength of character you display
providing protection every way.
Giving support in all I achieve
approval glances on a quiet eve.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

The twinkle in your smiling eyes
a whisper of awakening sighs
sensual stirring the morning after
teasing kisses and hearty laughter.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

Outpour of comfort when things are amiss
a heart overflowing with romantic bliss.
Your quiet resolve when we disagree
to end the argument peacefully.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

In a twinkling life for me had changed
all the colors rearranged
love’s profusion, passion’s heat
I’m overflowing, at last complete.
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

With implicit trust I give my all
no doubt or fear, there are no walls.
Each day my love grows deep and strong
love that endures a lifetime long
These cherished things
inspire my heart to sing
a melody of love.

This sonnet is now a musical composition as a result of a collaboration between myself, the creative and talented musician Evan Paul Kozaris and the a new singing sensation Stephanie Matos.  Listen to the musical production of Melody of Love above.

Side note: If you desire a personal recording of Melody of Love you can visit Evan Paul’s music site by clicking his name  Evan Paul Kozaris, where the song can be downloaded for $.99

A faint kiss in the mist
placed upon his forehead
barely discernible flutter
a windy whisper
arousing wonderment
the fantasm maiden
warming his body
with transmitted light
gone in the mist
from whence she came
exotic secrets await
my cherished one
a celestial promise
an ethereal departure

Afflicted is to feast on those who peddle flesh
Evil is to feast on the unsuspecting innocent

Afflicted is to cry out with a plea for help
Evil is to prey without mercy upon the helpless

Afflicted is to let what is truth be unveiled
Evil is to conceal one’s acts rather than reveal

There exists man afflicted with disease
There remains a beast who devours whom he pleases

Would one desire the beast to befriend
Demise to the heart the soul’s fateful end

Trophies of the fallen collection of hearts
Fatally wounded by the beast with poisoned darts

solitude
paranoia
random misgivings
no sense
no cohesion
observing life
through clouded eyes
pain
rape
abuse
convulsion
disillusion
confusion
tremors
shudders
unknown silence screams
frightening recollections
wicked deeds in the silence
creeping on the child at sleep
nightmares
secrets
dirty secrets
never tell
whispers
threatening whispers
madness
yes! there is madness
madness is her hell
madness serves her well

‘Please’ was his adjuration
the consuming empty ache
silent screams of urgency
to be released from prison walls
‘Love me” the effusion
from his cubicle of hell
‘embrace me’ desperate yearning
within his heart and loins

‘Yes’ she cried out bravely
to his lonely heartfelt plea
as she willingly extended
her heart to set him free
her embrace of tenderness
should have allayed his ache
loving blanket of safety
that his heart may never break

Love he begged~ she gave
a future filled with hope
‘you found me’ he shouted
in momentary joy
Stark was the moment
when vulnerability set in
enwrapping his heart
with the demon of misgiving
he spun his hideaway cocoon

Where the felicitous moments
feminine foretokens
that created her a woman
hidden in pain, walled up
mortar and brick enclosure
chip chip crumble the wall
crack the exterior
watch as it falls

Is there emptiness
can passion be revived
she touches herself
where men use to enter
tears, indicative of life
darkness in her mind
hiding terrors endured
unspoiled memories obscured

Door of apprehension
long locked with scars
lover’s touch, is it the key
who will search, set her free
will she awaken her icy sleep
butterfly in glorious flight
or remain a stifled caterpillar
crushed cocoon in dark of night 

She was pretty as a cactus flower
wild and free as a summer breeze
auburn tresses extending
far below delicate shoulders
tossed with the shake of her head
bursting with lusty laughter
coral lips and jade colored eyes
a peaches and Cream complexion

She was stranger to no one
warm with a heart of gold
smile that stole evey heart in the place
as she kicked up her leather etched cowgirl boots
twirling swirling layered petticoats
skipping through the do si do
of the Arizona square dance
all eyes upon the comely cactus flower
and she was the love of his life

Solitude is the ash of creativity
we who delve into philosophies
wondering this pondering that
what why when and wherefores
who feel with the intensity
of inflicted stab wounds
raging fires that blaze eternally
who hear the voices of the elders
moved to speak the wisdom of gods
the creative poet is a solitary creature
touching another only momentarily
the creative are not of this world
our obsession lies in our prison
our breath our lifeblood ~ our words
our destiny to bleed the truth
solitude is the ash of creativity

Invisible fingers holding down
wet sensation losing ground
is this a dream is this real
tangible intangible ethereal
sucking out vacuum deep
bleeding passion body weeps
fills the chamber expanding wide
exciting flesh deep inside
explosive eruption heaven and earth
perfected pleasure a demon’s mirth

Night grips as the self-appointed victor
strikes with unwelcome masculine force

Wielding brawn ~ inflicting torture
to subjugated silken flesh

Dominating the woman’s body
to asphyxiate her feminine spirit

The voice of an angel
from the heavens above

a promise from the gods
sending someone to love

fear not time is nearby
the voice of an angel

carried on the wings
of a candescent butterfly