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    HEAR ME (a total love tome)

    Love1

    Hear me

    detect the longing in my dulcid tones

    and if what I espouse is pleasing to thy ear

    make haste and read on my dear

    for my passion is built upon the foundation

    of your sight and sound

    the beautiful years hath departed

    now return in the wistful moments we share

    picnicking in Hills blushing with remembrance

    of our careless, carefree affair

    oh

    how we dared to question fate and force time

    to bend to our will

    and yet no thrill

    visceral

    vital

    vanglorious

    bowing to the vainites sparked by the bonfire

    of our love in bloom can hope to cojoin our love

    if you do not hear me

    a voice longing to be

    in lust

    in love

    in passion

    in prodigious harmonic synchronicity

    with the siren call of an earth angel

    gently

    sweetly

    lovingly

    restoring a heart to its rightful place

    interwoven I am

    veritcally

    diagonally and horizontally

    to your tapestry

    our tones

    through our moans

    slightly altered

    as love escapes the confines of cowardice

    desirous of finding a way home

    after travelling in torturous trevail

    through blinding snow and pelting hail

    down forgotten avenues uncharted by men

    through sin and redemption

    to find you once again

    waiting

    anticipating

    our mating in the Hills we hath called our own

    and though the nuances of love waver

    like our voices upon the relentless Andean winds

    true love portends

    to eviscerate the demon's faithless choice

    for no woman

    wanting

    bewitching

    moist

    can turn my loving eyes from your beauty

    my love hear me

    and I will

    estar entre dos fuegos

    yes throw myself between the devil and restless sea

    to be but one entry

    in your docket of everlasting love

    this we know

    what should be

    never is

    and what is

    cannot be

    if you do not hear me

    our journey

    has yet to begin

    and we face insurmountable odds

    the road we trod

    is littered with love's intention

    the invention of hopeful designs

    the intervention of passion once sublime

    and yet they have failed

    tales

    that cast pale

    upon full moon in these unforgiving hills

    and still

    we shant say goodbye to our friend and confidant chance

    for what chances do we have

    if unconditional love hath grown fatigued

    by walking a path leading to nowhere

    what words

    shall the spirits whisper to thee

    when you hear me

    my passionate delivery

    of this simple and quaint prose

    I suppose

    the contours of heaven

    are shaped by this love me make

    and the doubts we forsake

    my life be at the mercy of demons

    if I do not retrace

    each faltering step

    back into your embrace

    my words are comissioned by the gods

    and if I deny thy love

    I will stand forever in judgement of the Supreme

    to be cast upon

    the peak of Olympus Mons

    where the red dust of Mars

    shall swallow my lying flesh

    ah

    but if you believe in me

    I shall submit a request to the Supreme

    for in this our winter of discontent

    a spiring shall burst forth eternally

    if my love you hear me

    cherry blossums will flutter

    like snowflakes on a steamy lawn

    and dance in the Andean breeze

    like marionettes

    and placed upon our doorstep

    will be a melody

    of

    YOU AND I

    I AND U

    U AND ME

    and never again in these foreboding hills

    shall the frostiness in late winter air

    penetrate the layers

    of my absolute devotion

    for

    when I think of you

    when I drink to you

    when I beseech the gods for you

    when I reach into my soul

    and cry to you

    I shall remember always the first spring

    of our new dawn

    and the hissing of rain upon Andean lawns

    if

    you

    can

    only

    hear

    me

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    • 11 February 2011
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