A silverfox travelled to Tuscany
And found a red vixen for company
In Pisa his tail nearly tipped
But she got him gripped
There was Dolce Vita abundantly.
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Your Words
Words can be weapons
But yours strip my soul naked
With one gentle touch.
Watch your step
I want to water each little flower
Growing between the rocks
Hoping people take a step back
And recognise the beauty of life
Instead of throwing stones at each other
Just out of habit.
I love you
The power of the three words confessed
Made the world burst into spring
And open my heart into eternal blossom.
Big Bang
Our first kiss
A supernova of unknown beauty
On a black mapped sky
Gentle hands brush comets on my skin
While the world floats away
Like gossamer veils of stardust
Our sighs settle down
On the pulsars beating in our chests.
Floral Tidings
Red roses whisper
Velvet words of wild fragrance
About love unleashed.
Home is where the heart is…
Where the world spins to my rhythm
Inner chambers change shapes
Resonating softly the footsteps of my thoughts
I paint my house in loud bright red
Or in a hushed milky blue
The softest gasp can crumble my walls
The gentlest touch burst the ceiling
Dreams unravel on my pillow
Books write their own stories
Behind green windows an ocean lives
A sea of tranquility and silent storms
I leave the world outside, keep my doors firmly shut
But I let you in.
