brim

Posted by Robert Anderson On Friday, June 3, 2011 0 comments

bowled over
i trickle these
whirling emotions
that aren't mine
anymore
for how easily
she failed
to bare
her concern

honestly
i never thought
her love could be
something neglectful but
through my heavy soul
i whispered
"it's okay"

then died, then died,
while burying this from
her ever searching heart

and i vow to never admit
she hurt me

romanticizing the night

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, June 2, 2011 1 comments

oh yore, to breathlessness i'll sleep
then pray i bring to light
for one more chance to never weep
my acquainting with the night
so all my thoughts of her are bred
and soon embracing me
is all the musing love i bled
for her soul endlessly
i've lived, i've loved, i've died, i've died
a thousand times before
where all the lifeblood dreams would guide
had taught me to be more
while beauty's still a thing to keep
i've known the truth of life
and so to breathlessness i'll sleep
to hush my
moonlit strife

lover

Posted by Robert Anderson On Tuesday, May 10, 2011 1 comments

thinking only of
your unblemished beauty
i stood
like a silhouette against
the bloodless moonlight
that painted against our bedroom window

wanting you, yearning, anticipating
the way you'd always touch
me

and then you whispered
what i have adored for ages
sending sensations that always melt
my tasting heart
throughout my body

i began to feel
you grazing your fingers along my back while
you danced them as caresses--
intermingling with shadow and light

then as each beat of my heart
became closer to the next
you placed your lips upon my neck
willing to feed me
your ideal passion

beneath my veiled eyes
time was no more as your every sin
pulsed madly within
my soul

i love you...
this is all i sense i know

a poet's muse

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, April 28, 2011 0 comments


I write to the night that avails me
By my pen, so my muse does fate in my words
Depth, that derives from my essence
Haunting me deep as my restlessness stirs.

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