Koan
again you take us into our minds to invision your words of love. Excellent!

Every eyes gaze towards your

On this line try using

Every eye gazes towards your...sounds just a little better.

And I am

a climbing Jasmine

trying to open your arms wide,

to drink the light from your ruby lips

and dissolve within the hues of your

sacred embrace

The passion drips from your words. Warming the heart with the feelings of love.

And when you move through

a broken flute, that

lies in the dust of oblivion,

its ruined body once again

breaks into a melodious instrument,

stirring the air with

blossoming notes of joy...

This just paints a picture in the minds eye of how love can open up the soul of a body no longer feeling.

And I am

a Poet of Immortal Love

And how true your words are my dear friend.
Take care
*hugs
Cindy

This is what you call a passionate and alluring love poem. Your choice of words and the pictures you paint with it simply enters the reader's world with ease. Its so hard to choose a favorite line or part because from start to finish this has been such a...sensual write! Lovely!

Vivid imagery and vivid emotions make this poem truly divine.

Hello Koan,

I like the single line space between each line. It gives a fresh visual appeal.

You are a blazing Soul-Dance

rising from within the Sun,
^
Nice imagery and projected emotion

upon havens' rolling dome.
^
Did you mean havens' or heavens'?

Every eye gazes towards your

clusters of graceful light

that softly embraces

thorns and petals equally,

spreading True Kindness

beyond our eyes

to warm the soul
^
Wonderful sentiment.

And I am

a climbing Jasmine
^
Nice metaphor. I like Jasmine and its purple flowers.

trying to open your arms wide,

to drink the light from your ruby lips

and dissolve within the hues of your

sacred embrace
^
Lovely imagery...

You are Passion's Breathe
^
Dis you mean breath (a single breath) or breathe (the act of breathing)?

that feeds the flames of love's fire,

that burns in the altar of universe.
^
I like the wording here.

And when you move through

a broken flute, that

lies in the dust of oblivion,
^
and again.

its ruined body once again

breaks into a melodious instrument,

stirring the air with

blossoming notes of joy...
^
Excellent.

And I am

a Poet of Immortal Love

trying to harvest those winged songs

into the basket of my heart
^
Genius wording.

from within I pour luminous verses

upon the walls of your existence,

words after words..
^
All very good.

Now, that I exhaled the essence of your beauty

I must close my lips and eyes once again,

and let silence turn thoughts and feelings into teardrops,
^
This sounds so good spoken aloud.

until the waves of syllables erupt

and wash my soul ashore at your soul's coast...
^
Very good indded.

Koan, you have penned a lovely poem here. The metaphorical imagery and sentiment are wonderful.

Well done.

Take care,

Michael

I counted so many ands in this poem, it simply killed it. maybe I should have private messaged you with a suggestion. Still, we are obviously in less than charitable moods tonight, Koan.

Alfred I had to come and read this poem once again. It is so beautiful. You are the love poet of the internet. You have felt and touched true love. It is portrayed in every word you pen.
Love Cindy