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Do you feel the hours between the chimes?
Do you taste their every savor?
Does the mockingbird latch it’s cousin’d end
as you walk and drive through vapor?
The last thing you remember before this moment
Was the beauty of the bells on high
What then, became of the time
Did you live it, or let it pass by?
Did you chance a glance up at the sky?
Graze a greening tree, whiff a jasmine pie?
Or swat away a pestering fly?
Did you wallop a willowing stranger?
Had you a moment to sit and breathe and swallow your fear of danger?
What use are the chimes if you
don’t use the time in between like there won’t be another?
Do you feel the hours between the chimes
when each hour feels just like the other?

Timeless tales of passion
Courtship with a sense of fashion
Loving in a way
To honor each day
As an opportunity
To stay pure
And let love endure
Come what may,
And dancing through life
As a way to abandon strife
Can extend far beyond
Being a couple
That simply consists
Of a husband and a wife,
For love is as boundless
As the deep blue sea,
And can even create tranquility
As lovers appreciate
The beauty of living
While loving a fellow human being,
And the willingness to forgive
For anything wrong
Can let love remain strong
Because having the courage
To abandon rage
Can set the stage
For the endurance of romance

Little by little,
they near each other
like two binary stars

to eclipse
into a hot high mass
of heavenly love,

entwining
ring upon ring
into a glow

of oneness
until they drift away
into two bubbles

of black and white
waving goodbye.

There in the night sky
I saw your shy smile,
while looking at the stars
on a rooftop of my broken heart.

It was so simple,
falling in love with your dimples,
with your trembling body,
your fearful eyes and faithful smile.

And suddenly,
there in the dark night,
sparkles reappeared,
happy tears masked my fears.

Come to me, my silver fox,
hug my heart, caress my locks,
stop my soul-bleeding cycle,
give this life’s chapter a new title.

★ ★ ★

To the Chinese,
‘passion’ (熱情 [rèqíng])
is a form of enthusiasm
that may be associated with being
enthusiastic,
warm,
ardent
and animated –
but it is different
from Ἔρως (Érōs [‘God of Love’ {爱神 (àishén)}]) …
and to the Ancient Greeks,
ἔρως (éros) described –
variously –
love and desire
(usually of a romantic, sexual and personal nature),
physical or non-physical attraction,
the object of love or desire,
passionate joy
and even a funeral wreath
(at Nicaea).

In contrast,
the Chinese
consider ‘friendship’ (友誼 [yǒuyì])
to be the same
as φίλῐᾰ (philia[友谊]),
but,
if one happened
to be speaking in Ancient Greek,
φῐλῐ́ᾱ had various meanings,
including:
friendship;
love;
affection;
fondness;
kindness;
sexual love;
and the natural force
responsible for uniting
discordant elements
and movements.

‘Flirtation’ (調情 [tiáoqíng]),
in Chinese,
can be considered –
by some –
to involve philandering
and it might include play,
teasing,
having a good time,
socializing,
dalliances,
disrespect,
deliberation
and the like
(玩 [wán {ludus}]),
but it is not all fun and games …
ludus,
as it happens,
is a Latin term
that may communicate ‘school’,
‘game’,
‘sport’,
‘play’,
‘public spectacle’,
‘stage plays’
or ‘fun’.

To the Chinese,
‘selflessness’ (無私 [wúsī])
could be described
as a form of disinterest
and in that regard,
it is quite dissimilar from loving,
treasuring,
valuing,
fondness,
begrudging,
reluctance,
ease,
benevolence,
fondness,
affection,
wanting
or even hiding …
the definition
of the accepted term for ἀγάπη (agápē [爱 {ài}]).

Depending on how deep into Antiquity one enquires,
ἀγάπη –
to an Ancient Greek –
may simply describe love,
affection
or esteem …
in the more recent ancient past,
some believe the term was altered
by Christianity
to describe the love
between God and humanity,
good will
and benevolence.

Some Chinese
read ‘commitment’ (承諾 [chéngnuò])
to be synonymous
with promises,
pledges,
vows
and undertakings –
that is definitely a thing,
objective
and material …
which are the definitions
of the typical substitute for πρᾶγμα (prâgma [事物 {shìwù}]).

To the Ancient Greeks,
however,
πρᾶγμα was applied variously
to deeds,
acts,
facts,
occurrences,
concrete reality,
creatures,
matters of consequence or importance
and troubles and annoyances.

In Chinese,
‘selfcare’ might be described
as self-conscious or self-aware protection,
nurturance,
care
or nursing (自我護理 [zìwǒhùlǐ]) –
whether it is always selfish,
as is the case
for the usual substitute of φιλαυτία (philautía [自私 {zìsī}]),
is debatable …
in Ancient Greek,
φιλαυτία means ‘self-love’
or ‘self-regard’.

To the Chinese,
‘familial love’ (亲情 [qīnqíng])
and affection
involves relatives and family members
(and occasionally marriages) –
and,
undoubtedly,
feelings,
emotions
and relationships …
the definition
of the typical translation of στοργή (storgḗ [感情 {gǎnqíng}]).

The Ancient Greeks,
however,
generally considered στοργή
to describe the love and affection
of parents and children …
rarely was the term applied
to a sexualized ‘love’.

Finally,
the Chinese consider ‘obsession’ (痴迷 [chīmí])
to involve infatuation …
and it can involve mania,
irritability,
impatience
and agitation –
which is in accord
with the usual translation of μανία (maníā [狂躁 { kuángzào}]),
but μανία was really about madness,
frenzies,
enthusiasm
(on occasions),
insane desires
and compulsions
(to the Ancient Greeks at any rate).

My eyes roam looking for a landing zone,
a tarmac on which to brake and stop,
somewhere worthy of deplaning,
and then I see your eyes, and the flight is over.

So many places to visit, to see, to be,
but none as alluring as the indigo ocean of an iris,
as captivating as the charcoal lava of the uvea,
as perfect as the emerald gem of an eye.

The backlit gaze of an honest soul rises and sets
with more splendor than the heavens.
No excuse for not going there.

This girl**
This girl….
When I saw her, I began to dissect every particle of her.
The first thing I noticed was her smile. It fit her perfectly!
I’m looking at how her lips curved to expose her smile.
I noticed how her dimples weren’t too shallow.
I’m trying not to be a creep and stare, but it was kind of hard.
She was more than just dark and lovely.
I started to notice more things about her…
Her skin was like some of the finest chocolate melted down
With like a hint of cinnamon. I swear it glowed. This girl got me
Wondering all sorts of s**t.
I mean skin like the finest chocolate, rich, eye popping, like
captivating.
What does this girl use on her skin?
I wondered, if I got my index and middle finger and lightly touched her
arm,
Would her skin be warm? If I stroked her skin from wrist to shoulder,
would her
Skin be like the melted chocolate, I imagine in my head, fingers dripping
with
Melted chocolate.
It’s just a thought….. I don’t even know her…. And I can just tell she
don’t
Roll “that” way…. (lol) but it don’t hurt to look and admire THIS girl’s
beauty.
I wonder if she knows she’s beautiful… Her hair was done…. She looked
amazing!
This girl has very seductive eyes, like almond shaped and warmth
That lies behind them… I just gazed in her direction, just to capture a
Little of the perfection that was made. I wanted to stand by her, just to
pick her
Brain for a short moment, knowing that NOTHING would come out of my mouth.
So instead, I watched her lips move as she laughed and talked.
Everything on her looked….good. Out of all the people in that room, this
damn
Girl stood out to me the most…. Her smile lit up everything near and could
light up
Anything far.
I even looked at her collarbone (weirdo), the soft indention stood out
like a
Delicacy. She had the perfect size bosom, slim body, slightly thick at the
waist
AND there was no way I could erase the images of THIS GIRL!!
Her beauty is literally etched in my mind. I wanted to be invisible just
to try and
Smell her. (totally weird) I bet she smells like heaven and unicorns….
Here she is looking like the forbitten fruit….
Like the sweetest temptation… I watched her smile from many angles or the
Room and she had no idea of it. EVERYTHING on her looked good…..
With that beautiful, blemish free skin…. The whitest teeth, while she
stood out
Like the tip of Louisiana… She’s so noticeable even though she wasn’t
trying to be.
This girl, is as beautiful as can be, invading my thoughts from time to
time….
It’s strange how this girl does that and she doesn’t even know me….
I wish I could just watch her talk for days… She has like this goddess
like glow
To her…. I wish I could just take in the ambience or presence of her…
In my eyes, she is perfectly made… In my eyes,
She is truly a sight to see….. Beauty suits her just fine….
Because THIS GIRL….is some of the finest and beautiful chocolate I have
ever seen….

You say that you are blah,
But to that I just say nah,
You are so worthwhile,
Like a Lily of the Nile.
I wish to crisply kiss you,
With my honest artistic style,
For smiles and for endless miles,
To me, you see, you are deeply delightful.
And you are above all as beautiful as nightfall,
Yet, as dark as a shy smoldering spark overall,
And as evenly meant and as elegant as an enthralled free for all snowfall.

* * *
Spill on my lashes –
In shape of rain
Maybe you already washed
Maybe I didn’t notice you’re came.
I ask from God: Oh God,
Are there any people who miss like me?
Are there anyone absorbed rain in their minds
Are there anyones who hopes to gain?
And if I say bye to my tears who fell from my eyes with it?
Tell me please, will pour into my dreams?
My love, won’t you fit in the world like me?
Will you swear till the last breath?!
Be rain on my lashes
Like happy tears?

A witness in the shadow.
A symphony from the cello.
And celestial light shining
In its perfect timing.

Time vanishes in a glimpse.
Dark as my beloved primps
For the course of the moon.
A night in June.

Ancient aroma in its prime.
Sanctified love in its time.
Priceless wine in its finest.
The wind calmest.

Dancing with my only one;
Curvy, warmth, sweet hun.
Specially betrothed for me.
Goddess of love spree.

Beauty’s perfect in motion;
Glamour’s squashed lemon,
Amassed fox in moonlight,
Tonight’s ferrite.

Am drunken in your love.
Dived into an eternity of
Loyalty thus never cease
My solo piece.

Perpetual is my affection
Witness it my companion,
Lasts ‘till the moon melts,
Poise as roosevelt.