Entwined
Embraced
Entranced
Enlaced
Our hands
Our strands
Our harmonic bands
In mind
We find
Our thoughts
In kind
Apart
We stretch
The other
To fetch
In love
In love
In deep
Complete
Oh, how I’m tangled in you.
Bryson Thomas
Tag: romance
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Simple words carry all the weight.
Not fragile,
Nor vulnerable,
Not teetering,
Nor doomed,
Not hopeless,
Myopic,
Oblivious,
Or shallow,
JustLife.
Us.
Home.
Truth.
Safe.
Happy.
and Love.
Seven words.
For seven years.
For ever.
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A thought of you,
Ran through my mind,
And left its woolly coat behind,
Draped on a chair,
Belonging there,
Merino, cashmere, satin-lined.It’s oversized,
To match your smile,
Methinks I’ll wear it, for a while,
Of worsted shrugs,
And winter hugs,
And perfect living, cafe style.
If purl and knit,
Could but conceive,
Your life would spring forth from the weave,
A yarn in felt,
Cinched by a belt,
A complex fashion few achieve.
But this remains,
A phantom thread,
Entwined by needles in my head,
The thread re-caked,
A thought half-baked, for
Alas, I am alone instead.Bryson Thomas
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Today, Winter sits on our shoulders
As our boots munch on the path,
And I love you.
Today, Spring casts off its jacket
And skips ahead of our bikes,
And I love you.
Today, Summer spreads its feast on a blanket
As we wiggle our toes,
And I love you.
Today, Autumn steeps tired leaves in honey-tea light
And calls us home,
And I love you.
Four days of love.
Forever.Bryson Thomas
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Some nights, we wade into our comfy couch,
To soak, in front of the box.
You nestle a pillow into my lap,
My fingers twirling your locks.
There’s not much to say,
It’s been a long day,
Filled with computers, and phones,
So there’s no higher brew,
Than sitting with you,
As your warmth gets into my bones.
Bryson Thomas
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20,000 days from now
My arthritic fingers
Curl into claws
But if I hold them together
And point my aching thumbs
They look like the heart
Still beating for you.20,000 days from now
My seized neck
Angles my head toward the ground
But if I stay close
And turn my rheumy eyes
I see the point of your cheekbone
That I love to kiss20,000 days from now
My thoughts are sand dunes
Drifting and squeaking
But when I walk where the sun
Strikes the brightest quartzite grains
I am back
At our first I love youBryson Thomas
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The place, the place within our hearts exists
For life, for love, for truth, for tryst
Simplistic peace, artistic peace
Remote
At hand
A feeling
A land
Lavender meadows and sunshine through shadows
Sit with me, scream at me, run at me
Be with me.Bryson Thomas
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Is there something I’ve forgotten?
Something left undone?
Something that I should have known?
Something, or some one?
Is there something I’ve not taken?
Something I should leave?
Something I should throw away?
Or that I should retrieve?Is there something I have overlooked?
Something to ignore?
Something I forgot to love?
Or something to deplore?
Is there something I forgot to show?
Someone I should be?
For, now I stand so close to you,
There’s nothing else I see.Bryson Thomas
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Minds entwined, two breaths embrace,
Respiring for the heart,
Cool hands weigh a cradled face,
Lips, a wisp apart,
Eyelashes, feathers to the skin,
That delve a lifetime mark,
And there they draw each other in,
United in the dark.Bryson Thomas
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