MOON KISS



As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love


MOON KISS

Oh, my Darling, who do you kiss before you sleep?

I kiss the moon.

The Lover’s Moon.

The Moon of your heart.

Up high in the cerulean sky

Before night swallows day,

The Moon of Love peeks

At eyes about to sleep.

I wait for luna’s elevation,

Brilliant silver embracing velvet,

The Eye of Love to cast shards

Of Love’s Moonbeams into our hearts.

In reverence I purse my lips at dusk

And kiss the moonbeams nuptial flight

To all the Lover’s about to sleep,

A reminder that Love never does.

Kiss the moon, my Love.

Kiss its sensual beams.

Embrace its silver heart.

For my lips touch its face.

Loving You With  Every Moonbeam,

Cyrano!

Anderson-McKenzie


As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love

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CRADLING YOUR SENSUAL SOUL



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CRADLING YOUR SENSUAL SOUL

I sat in the serenity

of the park,
Cradling my

Sensual Soul,

Caressing it

as a newborn,

Rocking it to

the waves of Love.

We each own a unique,

a precious Sensual Soul,

Surrounding a thousand

sad broken hearts,

We yearn the fractured fragments

to be rendered whole,

We seek the glue of True Love,

it is our only Hope.

Even Humpty-Dumpty we believe

can be put together again,

If broken hearts are

eggshells of the soul,

Then True Love alone

repairs the puzzled, fractured pieces,

Remnants of shattered

Loves' failed past..

Let there be no fear,

my Dearest Love,

That True Love will repair

your broken hearts,

Returning the shards to one

strong and vibrant whole,

So you can once more cradle

and rock your Sensual Soul.

Loving all your broken hearts,

Cyrano!

Anderson-McKenzie


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RIVER OF LOVE



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RIVER OF LOVE

I am your River of Love.

Flowing from my heart to yours.

Carving passionately through mountains,

Cascading joyfully over giant cliffs.

My currents pulse with purpose,

Eager to spill into your ocean,

Flooding the world with Love,

Praying I won’t be dammed.

Caution! 
There are those, my Love,

Who would stifle my flow,

Halt its mission,

Divert its Pure Purpose.
Dam it.

These are the rapists of Love,

The abusers,

Tyrants,

Whose joy is aborting Love’s Evolution.

They are the loveless,

Empty, broken-hearted souls,

Shells of long lost creatures,

Bent on scarring Love’s purity.
Of crushing its embryo.

They laugh at True Love,

Cast its ideals to hungry dogs,

Ravage its vision with drunken eyes,

Scoff at its precious, endless virtue.

I shoulder forward,

Great waves crashing,

Bursting obstacles that dam my goal,

Of flowing free into your arms.

I flood these Fools of Love,

Drowning them in my Passion,

Sending their vacuous souls scurrying,

For high ground far away.

Then I gush and roil,

Heaving and pulsing,

As the scent of salt

Teases my brineless being.

In one great gasp,

I thrust my river

Into your waiting arms,

Unified,

Salt and Saltless.

I am your River of Love forever,

Cyrano!

Anderson-McKenzie



As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love

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A BUTTERFLY'S KISS



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A BUTTERFLY’S KISS

I wonder,

my Darling,

what it would be like

to be kissed by a butterfly?

A Butterfly of Love.

Would it feel soft?

Gentle?

Or,

fluffy?

Perhaps, flighty?

Could I feel

its wings beating

against perfectly pursed lips?

Could I not giggle

if it landed

on the tip

of my Lover’s nose?

Would my eyes

cross in joy

as the Butterfly of Love

fluttered from one of my

cheeks to the other

back and forth,
to and fro,
again and again?

Struck by the beauty

of my butterfly’s

magically painted wings,

would I be rendered

breathless?

Speechless?

What if I stuck out my tongue?

Would the Butterfly of Love

alight gently upon it?

Would it kiss me softly?

…Serenely?

…Seductively?

…Secretly?

…Sensually?

I’ve caught

Snowflakes of Love

upon my tongue,

why not a

Butterfly of Love?

Oh, my Darling,

You are my true Butterfly of Love.

You flutter in my dreams.

You drink the nectar of my Heart.

When I view a butterfly,

I see Love in motion.

I see you as the ballerina butterfly,

kissing flowers,

pirouetting on the wind’s breath,

...free,

...unshackled,

...ethereal.

I purse my lips,

hoping,

praying,

you might kiss them

with your velvet wings.

Yes, my Dearest,

you are my

Butterfly of Love.

I await you

in my dreams,

in my waking moments.

But in the meantime,

Your Love Thought

flutters through my

heart,

and its precious passionate wings,

kiss my Sensual Soul to life.

Awaiting the Butterfly of Love’s Kiss,

Forever Yours,

Cyrano!

Anderson-McKenzie



As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love


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I LOVE YOUR...




As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love


I LOVE YOUR..

I Love
your smile,
The crinkle
of your nose.

I Love
your laugh, and
 Sunlight bouncing
playfully off your hair.

I Love
the lightness of your step,
your gorgeous gait,,
tiny, puffy clouds
floating free.

I Love
the gleeful glisten
in the corner of your eye,
and how they follow
darting swallows
 playing tag above
the summer's glen.

I Love
 the gentle touch
of your delicate fingertips
caressing
 a new-born rose's
velvet petals.


I Love
 the soft lids
 of your beautiful eyes
shuttered peacefully
 in somnolent grace.

I Love
the perfume
wafting from your pores,
emitting Love's nectar,
 intoxicating Nature.

Most of all ,
I Love
Loving you.


Yours in Eternal Love,

Cyrano!
Anderson-McKenzie

 


As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love

 
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QUILL OF LOVE

QUILL OF LOVE

I etch the heart of Love on parchment, my Darling

With the Quill of Love nestled gently in my palm.

Words of Love flow from a glacier of emotions,

Ripe with rich and vast Love Words onlyfor you.

* * *

Oh, Quill of Love, bring Love to Life...

Scribe Love's heartbeats in eternal granite...

Let the world sensuously sigh as eyes peruse...

How pure my True Love pines for yours.
* * *

My Quill of Love serves sentinel to our
Love.
Keen, as an arrow's tip or sword's razor blade.

Poised eternally to defend Love's chastity,

Whenever predators seek to abuse its purity.

Love of Love is
unrelenting.

No quarter must be granted its
detractors.

True Love demands the Quill's blood,

Flowing pure from Passion's Heart.

A Passion not sourced of flesh and bone,

But whose roots octopus the Sensual Soul.

Therein a seed, an acorn, a great oak tree forms,

Bearing fruit from True Love's blossoms.

My Quill dips deep into the ink well of Love's Truth,

Then, pulsing with Passion...

Translates Love's cryptology upon rose-scented paper,

Destined only for your lovely, caring eyes.

Drink my Words of Love,
my Darling.

Inhale the Elixir of Love my ink
captures.

Emboss my Words of Love upon your Heart.

And as I wait upon your answer,

My Quill of Love is peripatetic,
Endlessly searching the World

For your Arms of Love,
While never fearing a loss for Words.

Forever Yours in the Quill of Love
Cyrano!
Anderson-McKenzie

As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Words Preserve Our Love

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FEATHER'S LOVE



As The Thorn Protects The Rose, My Pen Preserves Our Love



FEATHER'S LOVE

I watched a feather floating from the sky.

How magnificent it seesawed

down,

     down,

          down.

What if our Love is a feather?

Floating on the Winds of Passion.

Riding crests of celestial waves.

How magical Love can be.

To see it in a feather's gentle plummet.

From some unseen love nest high in heaven's haven.

A Feather's freefall...a signal of our Eternal Love.

Yes, my Darling, our Love floats free.

Rocking gently in the arms of balmy breezes.

Undulating and twirling in a great gust.

Then softly, gently, embracing updrafts.

You are my Feather of Love.

My Feather's Love.

I hold my hands cupped waiting.

I know you will alight.

In my palms, soft and safe.

Feather of my Love.

Fall into my arms.

Forever Yours,
Cyrano!

Anderson-McKenzie

As the Thorn Protects the Rose, My Pen Protects Our Love

© 2012, Cyrano! Anderson-McKenzie, C.A. McKenzie. All Cyrano! writings are original and created daily by the author. Anyone wishing to contribute funds to the maintenance and support of the Cyrano! blog should send their contributions to C.A. McKenzie, 53 East 7th St. #9, NY, NY 10003