Tag: love quotes

This Obscure Chasm

Where my skin ends

And your breath begins

And this obscure chasm

In between where the magic lives.

The magic we claim

When the distance we shatter

With the urgency of affection

When my bad breath didn’t matter.

What does ten years

Of happiness look like?

Smile lines and stretch marks

Scars and hair gone thin

With weariness and worry,

Unshaven legs in winter

Tangled into mine,

And hatchets I won’t bury.

For no quarrels with your laurels

For me to drive a stake,

Only hands to hold

Only dreams to pave a road for.

And if you should lose your mind

If the woman I know and love

Dies behind your eyes

I’ll love you like the night sky

Like a star long gone

That my eyes

Won’t stop believing in.

– Vagabond Prophet

For @delightfulharmonypoetry , heres to many more years darling.

Thanks @josy57 for the prompt “This Obscure Chasm.

Hot Pipes

I’m young now but won’t always be

One day this strong back will go slack

And sag under weight of time

Will no longer bear any burden

That comes its way.

These arms like branches in winter

Will wither and stop growing fruit

As my legs like roots stop toiling

For more ground to inhabit.

My voice will no longer rush

Like church organs

Burning urgency through hot pipes

With hope for all who may listen.

My mind may writhe

And scratch at doors

Its long held keys to

Having forgotten the purpose of each.

Though it may shrivel

And lose some of it’s shine

Though I may forget even your name

I will never forget you completely.

For this poorest of memories

Must still walk down halls you tiled.

– Vagabond Prophet

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Little Green Book

Love does not sit still

Love is always in motion

Love turns tables

Love will cut your bonds free.

It keeps me warm when

Frost kisses the grass

And keeps me cool when

The grass wilts in summer heat.

Love carves canyons

With its tender restless ease,

Love filled this green book

By pouring from this pen.

– Vagabond Prophet

Obstacles

They were like rooftop geese

Building homes, raising young

In all the wrong places

In spaces unnatural for their kind.

They were like the hammock

Just waiting for a body to drop

Before the knot betrays its weakness

And plunges to the hard ground.

They had no vacancy

In their hearts for eachother,

The affection atrocious

The quarrels ferocious.

They were diehard tryhards

Attempting something significant

Only down this path at all

For some misplaced expectation.

Sparrows wearing owl beaks

To make folks think them wise.

The crescent waned

And so did the wax

On the long night of

Strained and forced relations

The stale devotion

Began to attract flies.

It died loudly I still hear it in my sleep.

Somehow I still wake with a smile

The puzzle box given me

Not a picture to copy,

So I turn the pieces over

To make something new.

Together we became like seeds

Endlessly turning ourselves inside out

In our attempts to climb the sky.

Now we’ve evolved into compasses

Caring nothing for obstacles

Only convictions and destinations.

Years ago now that I used your tongue

To ask for your hand

We venture together

Into the kingdom broad and tall

That’s casts its borders like fishing nets.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for the prompt ‘stale devotion’

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