BESPEAK OF HER WISDOM

My phone went bleak on her call
and my heart creaks to the walls of distance
towering between my future and now;
but in cold absence of humor, the lips grin
to the bespeak of her antique wisdom.
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BLUE HEAVENS

Comely smile,
hearty wink,
shy hearts,
shy eyes,
heart abut heart
her cologne like Georgia peach
sweeten the air
to heighten the mood
the insanity of love arose
to the heavens of pleasure
and from blue heavens
come a tender touch
on the softness
of my hard heart.
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Poems: © I.J. Kalia
Image: Vectorportal.com (Modified extensively)