Poetry is a Kiss

By : Gus Victoria

The Kiss (Lovers) - Gustav Klimt 1908-1909

Poetry is a kiss,

Eloquence is a glance

Hidden behind the veil,

Betrayed by a dance.

My body is yours,

Model of imperfection,

Not by your word,

But my own fatal perception.

Let my touch

Arouse your desire,

Passion untold,

Unquenchable fire.

Tonight unforgettable

We may, in arms embraced,

Dream together,

Of another place.

Before we journey,

Let me know

You fully,

Never let go

Our story written,

Remembered hereafter.

Each kiss a poem,

Each night a chapter.

Soulmate

By: Gus Victoria

Soul mates,

Once I believed.

Fate intervening

Destiny fulfilling

Soul mate

I thought I knew.

Poisoned memories

With dark tendrils

Choke like ivy

New growth.

Soul mate,

Passionate concept,

Sterile reality,

Coal without luster,

Ash in the wind.

Quondam Love

By: Gus Victoria

In a story unfinished

We wrote the first words,

On those pages

Etched in eternity,

Turned slowly by Fate’s hand,

We bled.

In a dream,

Where the trees bend

With the whispered wind

I still hear your voice

Reaching, longing, fearing

Your ghostly touch.

In life,

I still remember

Those days

Passion led us,

A warm glow

Time has revoked.

In love,

Fearless

We danced too close

To the fire.

Melted wings,

Scattered ash.

Out there,

Near the void,

We relearn joy,

We gather the pieces,

We smile,

We dance anew,