Passion of the Black Hole

black hole

 

Nothing could escape…

No particle, matter

light, or shape.

Her gravitation field

was far too great;

subduing all resistance.

All I could do was wait,

until I was fully taken

by her attraction.

Benjamin Thomas

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PLEASANT FRUIT OF ROMANCE

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Her eyes
Mesmerized
The very fabric
Of the mind
Our eyes
Aligned
Locked
Danced
Smooth
Steady
Streamed
Solid
Ready
Romance

Irresistible
Urge
Released
Splurge
And
Reach
Forward
Sweep
Her soul
Into mine
Let them
Mingle
Intertwine
Bud
Knit
Blossom
Align
Beauty
Into
Aromatic
Fruit

The Balm of Hope

 

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My heart overflows

into the still of the night,

as seeping anguish overtakes the calm.

Weeping eyes worn of gnawing pains,

as wretched days grow harder to sustain.

Yet hope is fierce knowing no boundary,

her tenacious wings guide into the light.

 

 

 

 

 

Benjamin

Merry Go Round

231

 

Everyone joins the merry go round at some point.

Feeling safe and secure, as the next turn whips

around the carousel cutting against chilled breezes.

The years spin astray, night and day telling their own story.

Seems like a good deal, but it doesn’t come with its own bread and butter.

At best, we try to connect with one another; building sentence upon sentence, spelling out our own history.

 

 

 

 

Written for the Sunday Whirl:  Wordle 231

Benjamin Thomas

 

 

SWEET LURE

230

 

 

Her countenance was sweet

and her lure was pure magic.

Unflickering eyes of pearl held steady,

streaming love in steady gaze,

spread wild like rolling spring blossom.

Its leaves giddily unfurled, elegantly creased

thoroughly unbound  and happily released.

 

Then fear  viciously flooded

chambers in the heart,

draining down to the veins.

The lines were drawn, but the facts still remained.

All vicious schemes were irrelevant 

for the attraction was extreme.

All barriers disintegrated

in the reality of their dream.

Written for the Sunday Whirl

Benjamin Thomas