Harmony and Eutony

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My body stayed close to yours, still
Even as my lips memorised you neck
And my blood-thirsty fill.

His songs we remained to sing
All night long, sweet guitar strums
Sweet moans and whispers
Of slow and and steady
We synchronised, in harmony.

I sang along in inaudible noises
Consented and readied
No longer was I the innocent
Arms enfolded around thy own
Both of us youthful and covered in
I love you’s.

Uninhibited was my taste
Delight was the taste of you
Of male and female wine
Of lips parted and pouted
In the final note,
A eutony.

Eutony – pronunciation – ‘U-ton-E\ (YOO-ton-ee)nope |Euphony is any harmonious or sweet sound. It may be obsolete or extremely obscure (and it was later adopted by someone who used it as the name of their “holistic method of self-discovery”).

Phoenix Rising

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Tonight he ask, for me to be his
To think about it, but I already knew
For I have loved him so long,
It’s been a half century now.

When he slips a token upon my hand
Whereupon he will glance
At my human form once more,
Me, a reflection in his eyes
He is my betrothed, my only hope,
For I love him madly,
Always have.

Fate is merciless, but love
But when its right, it just is
There will be a homecoming
When I arrive at his place
To make love for the rest of our days
In a passionate embrace
There are none other as fair as he
My hope will be to marry one day,
That is, if I am not too late.

No less the agony, the time waiting
Of not knowing for sure until today
Only once did I weep before him
My sorrow he did see,
He knew our love was meant to be
So i flew to him and now i’m home
Not even death will separate us
And our Love will never depart us
And neither one of us will be apart
We shall live and die together.

So let the rains pour down
They will mix with our tears
Once my dying body felt the weight
Of a thousand years
And the memories of the woman
I once was, is now gone
I am his Phoenix rising
And he is mine, as we are becoming
Because of his tender care,
In this life and next
In love and in life we shall share,
All the rest of our days,
Together in love.

Breadth of Life

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That bridge of land that led me
To this place, to you
The earth is my body
But as long as I have breath and air,
I implore this life
Give me leave to sing.

In an emerald realm
Not very far from here
The love of a woman for this man
And of her potent heart.

With every kiss,
Revered thus fair
Their union is a sacrament
As ancient as the Earth
Limitless and powerful
Nought could lay it to waste.

Love in itself is enough
With commitment and trust
Sometimes discovered in hardship
But overcome in love
In the breadth of life
Where she breathed her life
Into his.

Life Above The Mat~ Laundry Money

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Life above the Mat, at the Launderette
I call it the Sultry Suds, it can be interesting,
Occasionally, enough.

I live above the Laundromat
It’s where I met my boyfriend at
Where I meet all my friends, and
My best friend, I fell in love there too.

It’s a place where I can share stories
And do more than just a load at time,
It’s a pub and suds, if you’d like to pop in,
For some fun, sometime.

People come here for a wash and a buzz,
It’s close to where Jim Bob lives at,
He helps serve and drinks the malt and ales,
Helps for what ails you too, and anything else
If you might want to drink and talk about it.

Well, I have been trying to buy a terraced house
I found one in The UK after I moved there
After living in America or something like
Or at least that is where I come from.

Jim Bob Chuck insisted he wanted to meet up
Give me a place to stay temporarily, not permanent
It wasn’t a marriage or something like it,
But, I didn’t plan about things working out like that.

So as he insisted on talking last night when he came by
The Sultry Suds for a stiff one, wanting to try life out
So we got to drinking and Jim Bob got buzzed
Before long, we crawled out of there, sorted out
We both just laughed.

Anyways, we went upstairs, he talked me to
I told him about How hard it is in the UK to buy
Property or anything else as a matter of fact
One agency said, I need a Visa and a real job
With an enormous bank account.

So what am I suppose do I do with that,
Pay taxes on it or something like that,
And I’m not married, you’d think it was a crime,
Or worse like I have two heads on
Or something like that, I said.

“What do you I am ” JPMorgan Manhattan Chase Bank”
They think I’m going to Laundry money or something like that,
“You can’t get a mortgage like that in America,
All you need there is good credit, I said.

“Go for it”, Jim Bob said; Open up a big fat roll with Barkley’s
Let them send you a Form 10-99 at tax time
And I said, “Finally” maybe, I’ll have some of that I said.
But that was enough talking about it, so I did it.

Anyway moving on, when I fought all the battles
It was not the only one going on, they are so slow here
Just as much as I, we were barely holding on, waiting.

We just laughed and we smiled, just wondering
About how they sort it all out here, and
Why is there ten jobs per one task here,
And that’s all I have to say about that.

How about it, it’s the first time,
I’d ever seen anything like that,
I never owned property in the UK before,
You can have a business here, but not a house,
I just don’t get it…so heavy that is,
And that’s all I know about that.

So life goes on, Life above the Launderette,
It ain’t so bad, because I love Jim Bob,
And he loves me and it feels good too,
To have someone and something like that,
Life is picture perfect, still laughing about that
If you know what I mean.

Paris Journey’s~ Love is a Verb

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Love is an action
So why do we have to say it
What is on our minds
Why can’t we just show it
Believing that it’s alright
Just to giving in to wants
As you give into me.

Do I satisfy your every need…
As you do me,
Do you want more and
Am I enough?
When do you know it’s right
To go on with it…

Taking every chance
Making it, craving it,
Starving for more,
I can’t can’t get you out of my head
So why try to fight it anyway…

It’s come to the point
Where I find the days
Simply, that I cannot live without
And the nights are even harder
Knowing you are in the other room.

When I can’t lay with you and
Why is it so hard to hold back,
Knowing I am wanting you more
Proving the action of the verb.

But when I am with you
When I can touch you,
In places under your skin
And in places unseen,
Then I tremble
In my own becoming,
Leaving me wet and
Undone.

Paris Journey’s -Mornings in Paris

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When I wake up to your beautiful face
Surrendering to the Paris mornings
To see you, makes my heart skip
You do not give in or give up on me
But simply concede to the resolve
Never letting yourself be tamed or
Carried away by the winds.

Maybe they call it really living
When you have someone to share it
Maybe it’s love or it’s just the way we
Have come together in life…
Because you love someone
And with change we see things differently,
It seems love brings out the best of us
It takes you by surprise
Like the last step, when
You realized you are there,
Right when it was almost too late
For us thinking We might never
Discover each other.

I love you because…
You didn’t give up on me
You didn’t give in
There was to be no ending
From me by your side
When i tripped over you
You just kept on smiling
In our morning walks
We take together in Paris
From that first day we met
And here, now and ever after.
It’s why I love you,
And I still do.

Thank you for the mornings
You give to me.

Why I love you…

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This is just to let you know
that i could love like you do me
that is to say, you are my whole world and everything.

That this is just to say you being my one and only and also, i just wanted to tell you, that I remember you were nervous the first time you kissed me
and that you tasted sweet like mint
And whiskey.

When you brought me sun flowers
everyday and kissed me awake
every morning and you knew when you were feeling lonely and you when i was just feeling alone, but not any more.

You know me well enough to know
that i think i look beautiful at two o’clock in the morning, and I think everything looks beautiful
at two o’clock in the morning.

When you kissed me in the rain even if my makeup smears and you hugged me and hold my hand.

When you carried me up the mountain, and when you build me castles, telling me stories about the constellations and the Parthanon.

When you would let me watch and listen stars in my eyes, know I love you so easily and get hurt too often.

When you know all the little things about me that i don’t know about myself and that you kissed the freckles
on my shoulders whenever you wanted to tell me you loved me and i would whisper it back, beneath the sheets, a promise too beautiful and why I will never feel guilty about loving or wanting you so much.
These are the reasons why I could love you as much as I do.

Paris Journey’s ~ Stay

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When you love someone you admire
There is a deep longing for them
He doesn’t have to give me his name
To know that he makes you feel loved
But I hold my heart in my hands
Leaving me full, heavy with passions
It’s going to be a long time before,
I can get those eyes out of my head
I had fallen, just as many others,
Loving your wit and the mastery
We never laughed more, loved more
So proud to be a part of your life,
I would make you stay longer…
It is not so hard, and your so brave too
I need you, please stay forever,
I love you my friend, for all you do
Now and always
I love you, I just do.

Thank you.