Listening to sad songs

Drunk with happiness

They learned what sadness and longing
Is - when they are apart

Their sorrowful tears their golden tears
Are nothing but the most divine melody
For those that learned what pain & loneliness is

Before they got the chance to dream of love
Learn what love is. They clench their thirst
With golden tears while the eternal lovers

Struggle to keep being love, the source of love
Rather than slowly dying while living inside
Long - lost memories

But the unloved ones the ones that forgot themselves
Need their tears so they can keep experiencing how
Safe the eternal lovers felt in each other's arms Safe

Enough to be themselves while living in the moment
While being the moment while being one with everything
 Why do you keep listening to sad songs?

~¤~

Do mountaintops lift the sun up
every morning & when the night comes?
What happens then?
Do mountaintops lift the sun up
then let the sun fall back in their arms?
When the night comes the moon whispers:

Maybe mountaintops do lift the sun up
but when the clouds come they abandon the sun

Experimental triolet

ABbAbbab instead of ABaAabAB

Raking the sand garden 
with my fingers
A stone is a stone but every stone differs
Raking the sand garden 
with my pinky, no more ever aftersOh glowing red & black cinders
Your inner meaning?I don't need to harden 
& I will keep touching you with my fingers

The hidden bow

Psyche revived by Cupid's kiss by Antonio Canova

Pouty lips hide your cupid's bow
& I stop breathing 

Not like our very first hello

Pouty lips hide your cupid's bow

Experience my touch like you know

Ow why?Your lower lip is still twitching

Pouty lips hide your cupid's bow

& I stop breathing . . .

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cupid's_bow

Janus Apology

Apology: 1. admission of fault in what you think
2. formal defense in what you say, think or do

To *buss the other on the lips
Felt almost like being busted
To burst in laughter though seems
Unlikely to feel like when 
The universe was bursting at the seams
To be pressed against the wall then
feels 
like when everything dissappeared

not something to refrain from 
but it(this kiss) 
has become the REFRAIN:

something to repeat


PS. Buss= kiss