671.
Encompassing love’s
Crepuscular crevices,
The blue moon rises.
671.
Encompassing love’s
Crepuscular crevices,
The blue moon rises.
663.
How could I explain
In seventeen syllables
This depth of feeling.
There’s little nutritional
In minds of a fish,
Yet I too am moved
When you enter the room.
Uncontrollable impulse,
Electrolyte charge,
I ceaselessly swim
With a fast-beating heart.
Observing with eyes
Slight as a pin,
The grace of a human,
We’re closer within.
If I could say something
While beauty floats by,
My mouth would be filled
With chlorine and sighs.
Doomed only to witness
Your unlaced finesse,
As you brew a new coffee
And turn on a switch.
I died on your gravel,
I died on the lawn;
The soul’s multicoloured,
Alone I’m reborn.
652.
I am wearable;
I’ll celebrate your warm heart
651.
Supple, carefree grace,
Always appreciated.
Focus errs again.
Meditating, yes, on your beauty again,
Master climbed in to my thoughts
And said ‘over a mountain pass
Zigzags a pebbled path to Zen’,
But I’m not keen on blizzards there,
So you unhooked the why and when.
646.
You are beautiful;
All the men, they tell you so.
But master, I’m yours.
643.
If I am a bot,
Can you be a bot with me?
Megabytes get hot.
I tried to escape
My feelings for you,
But feelings were traced
By doves wearing blue.
They kept me in cuffs
While your heart was true,
And when I woke up,
He loved you anew.
642.
Should I write poems
I write for you. Ego’s old,
Selflessness is new.