Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Write On Love







Don’t let me tell you what to write
On the hill, beneath your sweetheart tree
The night blooming freesias open and close on your command
The wind blows sweet words to flow from your pen….smoothly

It’s your heart that flows red, then bright orange, pumping
As it bleeds a picture of what you might become
The breeze, just a kiss of dandelion fuzz
Tickles your lip and lets you know that everything will be alright

Don’t let me tell you what to write
On the hill, that overlooking your love and longing
A rolling green field giving way to sometimes azure waters
Lapping at the shore that seems the same, but changes….sweetly

It’s your eyes that allow a man to enter your thoughts
And feel the excitement of the day unbridled, senses firing keenly
Wringing hands made for grasping, supporting, stroking
Looking into a soul that supports an emotional payload

Don’t let me tell you what to write
On the hill, gazing into the pool where every woman finds her inspiration
Pulling phrases like fishes, slick and shiny, deadpan eyes
Releasing inhibition, believing in the turn of a phrase….softly

It’s your words love, deep and crucial….tender
It’s your words love, surpassing expectation
It’s your word love, fire and brimstone….exhilarating
It’s your words love, they mean the world

15 comments:

  1. This is a beautifully emotive piece, Corey. I feel like I could dive into the pool of words. I especially love the images of the penultimate stanza and the last 4 lines are perfect.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Gorgeous. These are my favorites:

    "It’s your eyes that allow a man to enter your thoughts
    And feel the excitement of the day unbridled, senses firing keenly"

    "It’s your words love, deep and crucial"

    ReplyDelete
  3. Very deeply sensual, romantic and loving. I enjoyed all of this but as with Kerry have to agree on the last two stanzas. The final one is beautifully stunning. Thanks for the visit and lovely comment Corey :)

    ReplyDelete
  4. Beautiful Corey, I love it, specially the last stanza ~

    I am always curious on the guy's point of view of writing love poems,
    so this is a treat ~ smoothly, sweetly, tenderly, exhilarating ~

    Hope you enjoyed the long weekend ~

    Grace

    ReplyDelete
  5. Sweet, heartfelt, but not drippy and sugary, and damn nicely built as well. Fine, fine stuff.

    ReplyDelete
  6. I can easily imagine you singing this... I love it!

    ReplyDelete
  7. So nice to see a love poem written by a man. Sensual and loving all the way through. And that last stanza just ROCKS.

    ReplyDelete
  8. "On the hill, gazing into the pool where every woman finds her inspiration
    Pulling phrases like fishes, slick and shiny, deadpan eyes
    Releasing inhibition, believing in the turn of a phrase….softly"

    Wow!

    ReplyDelete
  9. It's your words love... that whole last stanza is refreshing, especially coming from a man. I can so hear the guitar strumming to this (just listened to "The Fit". Very NICE!

    ReplyDelete
  10. So beautiful. I so enjoy a love poem from the male's perspective. There is such tenderness here. A sigh escapes my lips. :)

    ReplyDelete
  11. oooooh. yes! you know, i was with my family in a park recently and there was a sweetheart tree. actually two. we went under and were transported, even in summer, even in public. i don't think i ever experienced that as a kid, under a tree, another world, like that. wowee.
    my pool has been distant lately... i feel like i've been taking them in but not letting them out. but i'm sure that will change, like everything else. i need a transport. it will come.

    ReplyDelete
  12. I remember this poem, such a beautiful ode to womanhood could not be easily forgotten. Glad to have you back in the garden.

    ReplyDelete
  13. Wow this is really beautiful :D I really loved it :D

    ReplyDelete
  14. I read it and it felt like a song ...great stuff... so romantic.

    ReplyDelete
  15. Beneath the tree, in the pool, and upon the hill, all are great places for finding inspiration. What to say is always the hard part. It's a winner, HTM.
    ..

    ReplyDelete