take the old, and make it new paper over the pain although the cracks still let the love in as the master said the world changes as we learn to make it new I’ll still care for you let’s use what we got make do and make new love is there for others too but for you my love will always linger
relationships
Hold On!
what is it that we value
what is the cost of that,
which we so value?
what do we owe and to whom?
to save a friendship
or one that you love
that one, who is there for you
loving unconditionally
accepting of you, regardless
of all your baggage and shit
the walls of silence
and absence
hold on to that person
don’t let go
fucking fight
because
to often, we are waiting
for what’s already there
open your eye’s
see the love
right in front of you.
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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Friendship
for time, for a season for a lifetime walking through the fire embers and ashes cling to you memories burnt into one’s story broken promises, battered trust like a well-travelled suitcase full of memories and baggage ready to be unpacked, repacked for the next journey neither time, distance or age undeterred, always comrades in each other’s arms like long lost lovers always returning ….. for that last embrace
© 2018 michael d emmerich
Longing
I long for the sound of your voice caressing my cheek your lilting laugh your upturned smile to hear your laughter to laugh with you for you to laugh at me ….. I long for you …….
© 2018 michael d emmerich
All a ’Quiver
bend that bow draw that string pluck that apple aim straight and true no telling what may happen as the apple balances precariously on that head lived vicariously pierced deliciously desirous of heaven’s gate? pierced to the core bitten off more than one should swallow all a quiver as eden’s gate beckons
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Passionate Collisions
creeping relentlessly onward
with its hunger
yet to be sated
only tamed by the belief
of that seductive attraction
pulling opposites into orbit
closer and closer
until two worlds collide
exploding in a frenzy of passion
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Drowning in Lust
A poem written after being away from my love for 3 months, and am now finally heading home … 🙂
a trail of discarded clothes leads to a pit of desire primal urges released tenderness and lust a little bit of animal is exposed conflicting emotions tender caresses unleashing sweat, tears, yearning and savagery bitten by love drowning in our love as I drink of you sated yet still hungry drenched in love and lust we sleep
© 2017 michael d emmerich
The One Constant
time spent apart is lost in life’s forgotten mist never to be recovered lost but not forgotten distance …. makes the heart grow distant bridging the gap of miles never comes easy broken bridges, rebuilt over time broken memories need to be stronger than any broken bridge absence …. makes the heart grow absent times cloak of darkness descends and masks light, love and memories build memories must be built to withstand the storms of life when miles come between love like time is constant
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Second Skin
our skin mine, yours becomes …… my second skin that smell exquisite taste lingers on still it surrounds me oh to touch my beloved and slip into that skin it fits like a glove
© 2017 michael d emmerich
The Seduction Arcade
I wrote this poem last year… and at present, I am away from my love on an extended project, and I really miss her touch, smell, closeness… Nothing can beat the touch, caress and closeness of a loved one. Skype and Facetime cannot compete. Miss you my love ..
welcome back my friends to the show that never ends the curve of your neck the sound of your name the arch of your back and hints of flesh the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the red of your heartbeat the smell of the sheets imprints in the bed footprints in the sand the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade whispers in the air the touch of your tongue the heat of your skin silk in your hair the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade water on your skin lace across your body leather and feathers the textures arouse the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the colours of lust the setting sun the eclipse of your heart and tears on your cheeks the beat of your heart, the seduction arcade the rise of your breasts the mist of your breath like mist on the moors it doesn’t have to make sense still you turn me on the beat of your heart, continues the seduction arcade
© 2016 michael d emmerich
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