They Still Remember

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The two of them still remember their first embrace, the smell of her hair

the strength of his shoulders, the softness of her hands

in his, he drew her closer as she enveloped him

pink petals floating, swirling around

their heads, landing so beautifully

so gently, barely touching

as they gave each other

their greatest gifts

their hearts,

underneath the cherry trees.

Yes, they still remember.

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Poetry and All Images © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

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Renewing the Light in Each Other’s Eyes

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It’s ok to fall in love in the spring, or to fall in love

all over again. Renewing the light

in each other’s eyes, dreaming

of oceans, and heartbeats

forgotten, promises

wrapped in each other’s arms

never ending.

Closing your eyes again, dreaming.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

 

 

 

When it Rains

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When it rains we can hide,

under the covers,

snuggling down,

warm and safe,

listening,

to the rain,

to our heartbeats,

you tell me your secrets,

and I’ll tell you mine,

whispering in the thunder.

I love your face.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

When Two People Love

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When two people love,

you fight for each other,

and with each other,

not against one another,

you give it all you have,

pouring out your soul,

giving your strength,

your time,

pouring nothing but gold,

into each other,

and expecting nothing,

in return,

you become one,

in more ways than one,

warriors,

protecting the other’s heart,

holding on, but giving strength,

your very breath,

so that no dragon can break,

the bond,

of the two of you,

who love.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

Love Says

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Love says to hold her,

when she’s sick,

when she’s grieving,

when she needs your arms.

Love says give,

give her your time,

your eyes,

give by doing your best.

Love says to let it go,

if anger visits,

if she has different politics,

if she has a different church.

Love always encourages,

when the time is right,

a simple compliment,

giving her strength.

Love says be faithful,

because it’s right,

and that’s,

what love does.

Love always holds,

always gives,

always lets go,

always encourages,

and is always faithful.

Love says, and love does,

always.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

A Simple Love Poem

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What can I say, or possibly write,

to describe the expansion,

of my heart, the light,

flowing through my veins,

seeing the sun in your face,

the ocean,

in your eyes, the eternity,

in our embrace.

That you are my universe.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The 1980’s

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A Prose Poem

She never wanted to get married, never wanted to be committed. Not a wild life, but choosing to live, wanting to be safe. A church sometimes. The nightmare of her childhood, was gone now, but still lingering in the shadows. Me, I never knew love, until the Chinese food, and talking in the parking lot. I was seeking solutions outside. Not quite a monastery, but the meditation of loneliness. Carrying wounds from my parents. Where is the love?

We were two hearts, running into each other, bleeding on each other, but that was ok.

We paid for our own wedding, our fathers were invisible, mine didn’t want my hands in her Afro. She was still running from pain when she came down the aisle, but I had my arms ready. We were both safe. The most beautiful moments in our lives, two lost souls exchanging rings. Candles were burning in our hearts now. Later, fireworks, and healing from the heat. I wanted her body and soul.

There was a God. There had to be, with this kind of love. Burning, we were converted. And now, some wounds here and there, but smaller, and nothing we can’t handle. Rocks thrown at us, but we are still alive. And still talking in the parking lot, eating Chinese food. Looking into the face, of healing.

Peace.

      

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”