White Wine and White Rose

WHITE WINE
Mysterious...Princess...
white bird dove...
heartache...heartbreak...
wasted love...
tears and laughter...
ironed-will strength...
witty banter...
heart not faint...
all these draw his taken heart...
intoxicating beauty dark...
loving...adoring...desiring...needing...
all that’s rational quickly fleeing...
spirituous oblivious time...
Oh! Your nectar new White Wine.

WHITE ROSE
Writing...re-writing ...no more time...
nothing else so sublime...
but now he comes with south-wind charm...
her soul ...incited with sparked alarm...
again she wrestles...stay to task...
but honeysuckle smells that last...
chips away her porcelain mask...
and grabs her heart and binds it fast...
his gentle voice and soothing tone...
she strips herself...now all fear gone...
lost in green eyes and virile face...
he blushes her with Queen Anne’s Lace...
and seals her soul with verse and poise...
she breathes embrace for her White Rose.

OPTIMAL CONFIDANTS
Together...their words flow...
and each with blind faith does trust so;
the hours come with vapor flight...
now longs to hold another night...
another night to bleed the wound...
to wish a star and rope the moon...
another night of journals closed...
with speechless hopes...White Wine...White Rose.
She gives to him unrestrained...
her brightest joy...her darkest pain...
and he in turn shares his storm...
till mind’s waves rest and dawn is norm...
he winks at her with sleepy grin...
which she accepts from him...best friends.

INCEPTION
Nectar Blanca and bloom,
under Alaskan sky...
and Kansas Harvest Moon...
what bliss banded lie?
Were not your grapes harvested for this?
Were not you bloomed for her?
Will they count their hearts blessed...
and their blood to boil and stir?
Oh, Blanca bloom...quench thy thirst...
with nectar pale and dawn’s pink glow...
until he comes in summer’s thrust;
forgotten winter’s gale and blow...
supplanted by esoteric ambassador...
educed enchanted O’ Athabascan shore.

FUSILLADE
And will they best the storms that they must face...
amidst the shadow of glaciers’ cool embrace?
Or, will they best the heat of lover’s touch...hot, white heat refine...
calmed to endurance with swills of chilled white wine?
Ahhh! But only yesterday were not her thoughts mellow
the nectar dark...the bloom yellow?
But then, didn’t his essence fill her moments...holding both nights and days...
willing core and reason a daze?
And for him, was there not confusion...
and a fear of naught but illusion?
Did he scarcely dare to breathe...
least of all hope to believe?
And as their moment issued near...
would they close and persevere?

HER MEDITATION
Reason...reason gone to swirl...
topsy-turvy her shipshape world...
none, she thought, could know the ‘me’...
and yet, he did! How could this be?
How could her island rise to sea...
and she adrift, a refugee?
For near two lustre she planned; constructed...
to awaken now her heart abducted.
And deep inside emotions churning...
long, cold fire...awaken...burning.
Oh, fiery yearnings long forgotten...cravings deep...
restless night...deprived of sleep...
until surrender is all that she...
could hope would render restful peace.

HIS DELIBERATION
Far away on tall-grass plain...
bewildered thoughts besiege his brain.
Carefully he seeks to know...
how security and comfort could flee him so.
At what has been and seem so right...
could time now sour in search of flight.
He weighs and reasons his loss...his gain...
heavy sighs...both joy and pain.
Ere dawn dreams of just ‘her’ face...
angelic beauty of charm and grace.
Oh, fiery yearnings long forgotten...cravings deep...
restless dawns of passions’ heat...
until surrender is all that he...
can hope will bring him sweet release.

SABBATH DAY DREAMS
Misty mist aurora nay...
daystar vapor erstwhile day...
scent of beau whispers in...
delicate kisses against her skin...
plums are taut...
heart quiet naught...
soft hushed moans in the dark...
resistance vanquished, beating heart.
Her curvature, passionate touch...
callous hands, compassing much...
hidden treasure, moist delight...
soft soft whimpers in the night...
longing savored in his eyes...
uniting; arousing ...thigh to thigh.

SABBATH NIGHT REVELATION
Yesterday gone!
Oh, painful reality...dreadful alone...
the Phoenix rises no more...
the eagle ceases to soar...
ardor cold as ice...
and vows with no more splice...
does trumpet...the end draws near...
and death is finally here.
Yes! Death releases its hold...
the kindest love lets go.
Oh, piercing pain...sharp blade...
no peace...as yesterdays fade!
White Rose provender’s a new vine;
accepts with illuminated oracle...White Wine.

VERACITY ACKNOWLEGED
Now the course is done...
the race run...
desisted pretending...
nor ambulating hope...
admitted beginning...
mastering cope...
regrets none...
resistance gone...
aspire abides...steadfast...
with conviction...this too shall NOT pass...
fate has written...
all rhyme disposed...
romance has bitten...
White Wine and White Rose.


SHIFTING WORDS
Insufficient now ...old words...
inadequate...the verbs...
prepositions form a queue...
and soft a sigh through rosy hue...
delve with them heart’s rhythm beat...
and melt with them in summer’s heat...
to form the fibers of their soul...
and dance where folly dares to go...
wipe away their surprise...
and fan the flame within their eyes...
until embrace is all the day...
shall find them locked in paramour’s sway...
and breath entwined with Rose and Wine
and eons pause for this...’their’ time.

THE MEETING
Dilly-dally seasons...carry prairie winds...
anticipation ends...
fantasy is fact...
cast the die...no turning back...
imagination gets a touch...
a vine to lips...a bloom to clutch...
approving eyes and lingering gaze...
holds them spelled in dreamer’s haze...
and distance...that gulf...become a stream...
hidden spring...fresh, and clean...
across the room and taking hands...
behold the woman...beholds the man...
a gallant bow...of soft romance...
resolve they both do urge this dance.


THE DANCE
He leads...
she holds him close...
sweet needs...
lifting nose to nose
eyes pale blue...
turn on ocean green...
each one becomes the two...
these dancers mature the scene...
a twirl...a dip...
ebb tide of joy...
now lips befitting lips...
evanesce ...one girl...one boy...
descending downy down...
between sheet’s silk gown.

HEAVEN AND EARTH
Betwixt novel bed linen...
they moan and sway...
around the stars and home again...
to dizziness and quite dismay...
nose to nape...hot whispered breath...
and arching back and throbbing sheath...
the dance goes on...slowly tight...
lover’s brace another flight...
stepping now to quicken pace...
intensity in twisted face...
heartthrob’s blowing delightful song...
red giant swells before its gone...
sweat to sweat...and groin grounded mirth...
White Wine and White Rose vibrate heaven and earth.


TOMORROWS
Planetary...two bards bound.
Will this rhyme shush separate sound?
Will the cockcrow them awake...
hearts that sing or hearts that ache?
Will this dance continue on...
or release memories alone?
And what shall be each lover’s place...
now that nectar has left its taste?
Now that love composed a song...
will it bloom or fast a stone...
like a chained onus...
hearts that chanced be hearts lost?
Shaman tell me if you can...
what ‘s the karma of this woman and man?

WHITE WINE AND WHITE ROSE
In the darkest cleaving gloom...
does the flickering hope still loom...
when seems definite their love doomed...
one minute spark...a bloom...
two lonely hearts beat a tune...
Love the Blind...Love the Fool.
But in the chambers of her heart...
memories arouse their Earthquake Park.
And in his soul...a smile to warm the coldest...
Barrow day does rest.
Nectar Blanca and bloom,
under Alaskan sky and Kansas Harvest Moon...
held now by memories and poise...
eternity awaits White Wine and Rose.