empirical shadows and beautiful light

i will remember

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Thu, 13 Jun 2013 04:04:00 -0700

i will remember that
you taught me,
with the fragrance you left
lingering upon
my pillow,
the soothing taste
your innocence
could course
as we mingled
our bodies carelessly
to the feel
of a thousand nights before.
and i taught you,
for the ways
i shared my secrets,
the deep expressions
the moon could illuminate
and shadow
against
the softness
of your face.
but without you,
i place beneath my eyes
the resonating depth
your memory haunts
and unknowing how
to let go.

to the envious moon

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Sat, 20 Apr 2013 04:55:00 -0700

for the gentle glow of the bloodlessness you seep
through the stainless window, and pine with ache,
he breathes in and instills frozen the moment
she became his own

he looks to her now, she is gentle and fair,
soundless and remembering, always remembering
like sweet dew trailing off the flower's petal
then falling to the damp earth to return to its roots

the cycle momentarily confesses the love
she held defiantly for him and nears a place
where the color that was theirs gently pours,
how it pours, pours, pours and drips that dreamy haven
for the overwhelming life of it all

though darkness surrounds this place tonight,
it is the light they create that resonates with depth
and secures flesh against flesh like soul to peering soul
which may consist of the eternity
they constantly die in

you captivate their thoughts and bring silently
your will to endow and even so I sense
your own pain and longing
for the beautiful fevered sun.

September in my mind

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 27 Mar 2013 11:39:00 -0700

you were September in my mind,
awaiting the pale glow of winter's hollow touch
as I foolishly tried to drift my heart away --
away, away, quietly away, yes
where the vacancy between the seasons
would always haunt me.

it was then I tried distorting myself,
drew from my mind a notion I hoped
would bring me ease and ripen
my soul into something
you could never have.

I wandered off and carried you closely with me
yes, far off into a distant land,
foreign and extracted from a bad dream,
did you feel me then, love?

how I sensed the moon trying to utter things
that I no longer believed in,
like mockery, and loathed the stars
for echoing what you meant to me
then bore from impossible things
the idea that I was alone.

you were September in my mind,
abandoning and sweet,
reflecting from beauty an endowment
I held all my faith in.

asunder

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:55:00 -0700

i kneel my pathetic soul
at a hallowed alter
ever broken, cold and alone.

you were always my idea of salvation yet
i've lost you--
you've gone,
you've gone,
you've gone.

tears stream with an unbearable sting
as i look to the haloed forms
trapped against those panes of glass.

oh, my beautiful angel, why?

on peacfully departing from my muse

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:54:00 -0700

while this may die in dreams of open view
and cast no praise unto my weary soul
my sweet, do not forget me when we're through
oh, please remember what once made you whole
the tender thought of us forever, dear
can never be, i beg you do not grieve
when first you realize that lonely tear
that from your soul there finds the wit to leave.

a poet's conflict

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:34:00 -0700

Whom on this night shall this poet write for?!
When anger and fortune take control and allow
That cycle of thought to form a task he implores
To deny him, how it reaches for him like bough
Besieged not for a chance of what life
Becomes a wonder within him but lies like a curse
Oh, to wear a crown of a king, wishes echoed polite
While hoping that feeling shall bring truth to immerse

crave

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:33:00 -0700

your tongue
against every inch of my flesh would hold
my soul forever to passion

love would shimmer its light, time would stop,
i'd serve your heart, dearest dream

and then if you held me as though
there were no tomorrow,
breathed me in...
took me, took me, took me

i would surely sanctify
your alluring
figure

for oh, how i've always craved you

the toast

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:31:00 -0700

if i toast to love in the instant
i miss you
it would undoubtedly send ache
to my heart and death
to my broken soul

without you...
my life is unfathomable

Author notes

after i wrote this one i thought "who would let a broken man toast?

more along the lines

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:30:00 -0700

more along the lines of the love i have quailed
while dying to cradle every dream of you
so often in my heart these lonely dreams have wailed
an immeasurable depth which can be fathomed by few
my heart is for the way you always shone your deep soul
then lingered the essence of forgotten things
more along the lines of what would make us whole
while listening to the truth of how such beauty sings
we've grazed along the thoughts of all breadth and height
pouring the theme of each time we'd feel blessed
oh, more along the lines the very reason i write
of you my belovéd and the ways we confessed

to Eden

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:29:00 -0700

what would you bequeath
in fair exchange to have me?

the seraph's sting is much too
changeable as mere crispness
in an eternal kiss

your lips remain far more beautiful,
fruitful, and igniting to the passion
you would once bare in my soul

what would you bequeath,
sweet lover?

your enchantment endures my hell
through the doting covenant
of reverie you created

divinity blooms the silken breath
which breathes into life by desire...
and in that i die --
how i achingly die

please, return with me
to Eden

jealous of him

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:27:00 -0700

i'm jealous of him...
looming in your every unclean thought
through day and night and
night and day while remaining more to you
than my fragile heart

he leads you through starving maggots
and in all your darkness,
bares your tainted essence
in all your more beautiful verses
[while holding that gleaming scythe before
your oblivious sight]

oh, i'm jealous of him... of course!
why does he get to haunt you when i'm the one
who was always selflessly willing to meet him
personally
for you?

it makes me wonder if the fact
that i could sacrifice my soul mean
anything more to you than ever dancing
eternity in his bitter grasp?

i'm jealous of him...
jealous. of. him.

dumb bitch.

so beautiful

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:26:00 -0700

how i feel insane while i softly

whimper through the fragile syllables

of your haunting name;

hoping you could hear me,

and feel the life you gave

my undying soul

dwindle away

while oh,

the echo of each day, each night

we intimately conversed

sends ache throughout

the breadth

of my unchained heart

and i see you...

oh, God how i still see you

so beautiful.

desirous

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:26:00 -0700

your nipples are revealing through that white blouse.

how can i not want more
to embrace you from behind
and trace my hands along your stomach to feel you up?

i do.
a sultry dance.
you smile and turn to greet me with a soft kiss--
it soon swirls into
our breaths, in a pant-like pattern,
escape through our noses. closed eyes and
searching hands-- i crave you.

as i gently pull your hair you whisper to me
"i want it baby"
and so
my shirt agilely
falls to the floor...

i breathlessly yearn as you
touch your lips to my earlobe
and suck.

and i'm so aroused as you dig your claws into my jeans,
stroking ever gently,
teasing. biting your lip all the while.

soon, it's too much and you
unbuckle my belt while tracing your tongue
gently down,
down,
down.

i ultimately gasp, loving how your mouth
does all it can to satisfy.

through a restless tone of arousal i utter
"oh, suck it baby" then...
you unhinge your mouth and smile
that seductive smile.

without warning
i am shoved to the bed then
you alluringly tease me
by revealing only the upper part of
your midnight g-string

with ease taking it a step further
(i love the way you do it)
you slide your pants off and reveal
everything
below your gorgeous waist.

then as you
climb to rest your thighs on
each side of my hips...tilting your head to the heavens,
both hands on my chest, you move
in a motion that brings me
to inhale sharply,
passionately, ever
desirous.

a hungry moan invites me to go deeper,
and i grip you tight while you gain momentum
(we are inflamed now).

the rhythm of my every thrust,
in sync with your soul is so, so
beautiful.

sweat glands gleam, tracing from your brow
down to the pubic area of your
gorgeous body.

the moment intensifies and oh,
i soon sense
those quivering hips and thighs
as you pull to my chest, emphasizing ecstasy until...
your breasts lay contently,
the sensation
runs it course through you, to me...
we are blissfully
released.

closed eyes, delighted breaths and gentler kisses followed by
a whispered exchange of 'i love you's' come after.

love has never been
like this.

i wail

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:25:00 -0700

i wail of love in solitude
and bare my soul for you
while sitting here deep in the nude
i wail my pain as true
from where you touched me once before
sweet lover of my dreams
i wail again forevermore
until allurement gleams
these nights have beckoned me to die
beneath my mortal guise
for how i ever often cry
from where my sweetness lies
and you are all i ever see
now that you are not here
i wail, i wail my misery
then shed my burning tears

in the wake of death valley

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:24:00 -0700

in the wake of death valley
a fragile night had cloaked
beyond the very glimmering
of the patchy stars
above

those guns blazed starkly
in a haunting rhythm,
thunderous clapping,
my head remained
amid a haven
as i covered

the noise ignited a chill which
ruffled my soul and
beckoned fear to rest with me
in the wake of death valley

i remember the screams,
recall how the silence wailed and yet
couldn't fathom
the terror at all
[not in the least]

younglings reached desperately
for anyone who gave them
the slightest hopeless glimpse,
sirens screeched the death toll
and i swear i saw the visage
of a reaper walking through

i will live there with you, my love
as a disentangled apparition...
there
in the wake of death valley

regression

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:22:00 -0700

it was unjust

when you chose to unwed
and impale our core
from what bond we ever, ever shared

moment after ruling moment
i was made to endure the pacifying contentment
of the murkiness in your heart

what have you done, sweet lover?

where have the days,
which have vaingloriously bled into the
ceaseless nights, taken us?

do you know --
do you know that it was always i
who tried to grant your scurrilous thoughts
sanctification?

[it's all you claimed to yearn in me]

but still
it was unjust

unworthy of you is how
you brought down the glorious tower of
my minds ability to encase you secretly
into valediction

so why -- why,
why have you abandoned the notion
that reveries can ignite eternity?

it's arbitrary to say the least and you
have more often than not
painted fertile darkness into yourself
for the sake of loathing me

how unjust... how utterly
unjust

and now
my every breath is excruciating--
to inhale the bitter rivalry of lust
and exhale memories
invalidate me

the traitorous behavior
of your soul -- furtive, and
so seemingly indifferent
have poured into my speculation

untwining myself from
my secret-self with ease
duplicates the theme of a
labyrinthine aim

your inky gossamer emphasized
arraigning to the limit of death

and you are so, so
audacious

i love you.

o murderess

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 10:19:00 -0700

the muted silver cloak above

has bore the frosted rain

that with a flair of brokenness

so seemingly can pain

with the aimless wind that blows

while thunder calls to me

and lightening strikes the earth again

from where we are not free

o murderess, o my murderess

just what have you begun?

our love, i see it laying dead

for all the things you've done

from where we both had dreamed, and dreamed

once when your looks could lure

a thing of such amended lust

which brought my heart to blur

flesh and blade

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 26 Mar 2013 09:51:00 -0700

last night
i envisioned you
laying there naked while
i grazed a knife over your body.

you watched as it
glanced off
against your flesh and were breathing
deep
in an unyielding
certainty.

you bit your lip
getting aroused
and looked into my eyes
wanting more to kiss me
than anything
(i could see it in your soul).

so i let the tip cross your neck softly
then
down your arm and
placed that shadowed handle
in your milky hand
with mine

vexatiously ramming
my heated breath against
the bittersweet taste
of your blushing lips
we merged.

i loved you in that moment
as i do, if not more, as i write these
unhinged words
for you now.

you're so fucking beautiful.

lucid stillness

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Fri, 23 Nov 2012 03:17:00 -0800

oh, lucid stillness,
where the center of such dimming life
evokes the brimming of chaos in here,
of breath, of breath, your
evanescent breath
come settle so gloriously
into everything vacant
of you.

the darkness

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 21 Nov 2012 00:41:00 -0800

it is beautiful,
as beautiful as she who gave me
reason to capture its essence in my depth

the way it mingles undyingly and
formidably in the spaces of my mind
betrays the urge
to bathe love in my weeping secrets

I lie alone and consider its touch,
that awful, awful touch that makes perfect sense,
and am comforted that I am certain enough
to know it

my soul is the airy nothing
which gently caresses it back

oh, the darkness.

recluse

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Tue, 20 Nov 2012 23:13:00 -0800

the brilliant aspect
that weeps out from his soul
hides in the atmosphere of his eyes

he formulates his gift and
bears his secrets
which beguile
through days and endless nights
that pour sacredly
from the solace of his memory

he can taste the dawn approaching,
curls into the shadows of his chamber
that gently dance
against the wall from candles
flickering their essence

love whispers one last time...
then bleeds.

the only thing

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Fri, 5 Oct 2012 01:48:00 -0700

my tears, they fall right from my heart
then weaken me, my love
for all the beauty in your art
that brings me to think of
a time when i could know such things
through softest reverie
and oh, i feel the way you sing
undyingly to me
while in the deepest dark of night
to rid me of my pain
until i know that sweet delight
in finding you again
may touch me once forevermore
for how i need you so
you are the one for whom i pour
the only thing i know

toward forever

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Fri, 5 Oct 2012 01:46:00 -0700

oh, with these
intimate gestures
to eclipsing lust

our bare bodies braid...
depthless over
beautiful depthless
in unyielding passion

the waning moon
covers over us
as night beckons for one more
dewy orgasm

lush, in this instant,
is all i yearn to sense,
my love

blanket my yearning
with kisses ever,
ever sweetly
and die with me
in this beauty
as we
inflame
toward
forever

never forget

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 11:22:00 -0800

for the way you can sense your soul
as often melted as a bloodless whisper

on my depleted lips:

i love you because you are the dream i cannot reach;

because you're my weakness and it's impossible for me

not to.

see, i hold you in constant adoration,

never to let go while cradling your heart,

and would die to keep you

as always mine... always mine.

i've all too often wished to be with you

in each undying moment

that i could not be comforted

in your wingéd embrace.

to be completely honest

the only thing i can claim is

i love you for these mere reasons alone;

[yet secretly for far,

far more.]

i love you...

and oh, i know

that i will love you immortally

to be yours.

never forget.

engaging love

noreply@blogger.com (Robert Anderson) — Wed, 1 Feb 2012 12:08:00 -0800

i nurture these
intimate moments gently beneath the veiling
of my eyes:

we're together and you convulse
deeply into my yearning embrace,
your body is pressing up against mine
and tears stream from my afflicted spirit
as you dreamily rest in my contagious warmth;
the divulging sun paints the skyline
[amethyst hues ethereally touch my heart.]

"i love you, darling" is all that falls
sensibly from my bloodless lips to
steal you from every ounce
of your familiar storms.

allurement rests with you as the corners of
your soft mouth ascend to greet me in the light
i have ever wanted to see,
it's more like heaven to all i am
and i could surely die in the hazel puddles
of your view.

we poise as two silhouettes against
the earthly flare's final farewell when the doors
to both our breaths reach in to greet each other
for the very first time...
the taste of such an affinity
is all i discover there
with only you.

my hand carefully grazes your cheek then
your adorning hair from the sparkle of your enslaving gaze
until i pour to the lot of abysmal 'awe',
falling into your enchantment and oh,
in these colorful thoughts i die:
"you are the most beautiful thing
i have ever, ever seen."

you lay those windows
to your flaming soul upon my mesmerized visage,
gleaming until you let a delighted sigh lay faintly
at the heels of the words
which i have ever, ever longed to hear:
"i love you Robert... i have 'always' loved you" until you fare
fluently into my fragile essence.