Love Poetry For Couple

I hear the sea how we come back claiming to be altered when the painting of the barracks shows once we were never live in what�s now owned by us, round trees curled down to hear your thoughts starred bold but let�s walk unscripted to the bar where we sang when we knew

Goodbye takes the form of a blessing. My family press tika on our foreheads rupees into my palm. Mountain-high through time and air the red paint dries, the rice grains fall leaving a trail that could surely lead us home. But sometimes you can't tell what you've seen until you close your eyes and the imprint reveals an inverted world of darkened brights and a pale sky a halo

Can�t wait to get out of this hole of a town she said. For years we�d been planning our escape. Had compiled a list of compulsory adventures involving our own brilliant selves and various disposable sidekicks in locations ranging from the giant aquarium tank in downtown Monterey to a moonlit bridge in Vietnam arched like a bony cat�s back, to mountains with names only we knew.

just a point man in the ocean holding a piece of rope which starts at one point on the shore, arcs out towards the black island rocks, their skirts of white foam billowing up like Marilyn Monroe�s dress long ago, or yesterday distracted by what�s beneath the ocean, to go down diving for � screams of children bring me back, a chorusrising high with each