He waxes and wanes..

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Did you hear the one about the girl
Who fell in love with a boy who was in love with the world

In transience his passions  reside
They come and they go with the swing of the tide

A sun reflecting one side of the moon
He waxes and wanes and leaves too soon

No face and no name
It matters not, they’re all the same

If only he would linger
but he possesses a poet’s finger

He cannot stay, he seeks inspiration
Seeking sustenance from other’s adulation

 

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First Kiss

“The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. 
It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; 
because this kiss already has within it that surrender.” 
~ Emil Ludwig

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the first kiss
makes me sad
because I can never again
replicate that feeling of passionate anticipation,
that pure unknowingness of a life altering expectation,
that can only come before
the first kiss

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“In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said.”
~Pablo Neruda

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but every kiss thereafter
bears within each breath exchanged
an offering ~
the seed of immortality
a promise
that unites two souls
for eternity.
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“We are all mortal until the first kiss …”
~Eduardo Galeano

Between the Falling and the Fall..

Kiss Of Passion - Leonid Afremov

How do we pinpoint that exact moment
between the falling and the fall
between the fragrance and the memory
between the lasting and the temporary

between the strike and the flame..
between the essence and the name

between the grasp and the retract
the flight and the impact.

between the bud and the blossom,
the mundane and the awesome.

Between the silence and the sound
and the music that abounds,
between the pluck and the strum
between the parts and the sum.

Between the hit and the miss
the drawing near and the kiss
the passion and the bliss.

How can we grasp that imperceptible shift
between the forgetting and the recall,
… between the falling and the fall..
in Love