If lips could lock and tongues could talk
Wouldst thou allow your hand in mine on a short walk
Perhaps a daquiri, peach
Perhaps a blunt
Ivy of poison bespoke to thine I am chosen
The symbol in the sky
Should you need, just think, shout, wail
If thou be thee and with I, myself given to thee
Eyes can see
Ears can hear
Hands can touch
Hearts can feel
Minds can link
Fears can shrink
Souls can mate
Should we be we?
Can I say, on one knee, I do love thee
The ocean it shimmers
Back at home, the food simmers
Does it matter if we are not slimmer?
Maybe let us rise.
Would you find it a surprise if our waists should increase in size as we eat sweets on the beach with coffee at sunrise?
My heart is big
There is a hole
No secret, No squirrel
Honor, courage, commitment–moral
To speak and spoke
Art thou bespoke?
Thine friends and mine
No swine of mind is of my kind
Your name is mine because mine is yours
Never, ever, for… ever? More?
Flame, dear flame
Twin of mine
I have had my time
No need for another
No openings here
No betrayal fear
It happened to me
Firsthand, I did surely see
A gaslight, a fist, a bite, curse, abandon, even debating frump dump and let’s go Brandon, can be detrimental to you, and me
The point, wine, and a joint
A point to be made
By us should life be made
If it should come to it
For you, my life I will humbly trade
I knew when I saw
The blow was dealt
Wind in sails
Words will never fail
Let us honor truth
Lovers tell no tales
Let us age like wine and move like snails
Retired, lets be
Sit around admire eyes, giggles
Same place, no time
The light in your eyes makes my heart brightly shine
“I’ll come back, Kairi!”–“I know you will!”
Will and Nia
Warm hearts, sometimes manos fria
Miramos el sol suvir sobre el dia
Pinto y dibujo al lado de la playa
Tu disfrutas como quieres, no faya
Your breath stinks
Mine does too
We can floss later
Just hold me
Set in stone and take it slow
We may not understand where our love will go
Will it shrink or grow
If you hurt me, I may stay or go, I do not know, but at this juncture, lest my beliefs receive a puncture:
Relaxed accountability, which means
We learn as we go.
Planning too hard, sorry, but no.
Not that I am lazy, but too much too fast and we will go crazy.
Consult from friends, not always, it depends
Jealousy isn’t obvious, those who feel it will know and will do their best to create a show
Ask those who are old and in the know
Relationships to some is some kind of race.
Those with the love they want, go at their pace.
What is yours cannot be mine, vice verse, until we intertwine.
Is premarital sex fine? Doth such make us swine?
There’s Goku and Chi-chi.
And, Yuremeshi and Keiko.
Stay. Don’t go.
With you is where my heart is.
Sing in the Marquee.
A romance poem by me, Mr. Figueroa, Mark Anthony. Not sure how to this, and who knows, but I read a lot thus my vocab grows. If this romance, let me know.
If I did it right, let’s meet on the beach and dip our toes.
Sponge Bob and Sandy
Or, in our hearts, Sponge Bob and Patrick
Possibly Billy and Mandy
Let’s live on a farm by a river, with good soil
Many animals, many kids, no plan B
I don’t care for brands
I do enjoy highwaist… string… bands 🤤
B Cup or greater
I like squeezing and grabbing
Nipples like tater, teach and be taught
Intelligence, dependability, respect, reverance, and that ass–that’s pretty hot
Eagles in flight
Even 50 years later, we got it right
If not, at least it was always honest and true
No disrespect, no cheating, never malice or omission, maybe some minor offenses, but even after kids, there are no surprises, literally no problems between me and you
Nor you with me
I have no faith that such a thing could be
I wished and tried once
Every day I was jealous, afraid and felt like a dunce
I only wanted to get married once
Holding a shoe as she was enjoying kissing some dude
Friends said, “Hey do you see? Look man, with your own eyes. Sorry.”
I tried not to care and avoided being rude
I was glad to just be out with my friends, and enjoyed my time there
I met anither girl and felt ashamed
Told her a lie, so insane
The random shoes, belonged to a childhood friend, someone I had known since chil-der-en 👀🤷🏻♂️
I felt she was one. At least at that time.
It’d be wild if she found me through this rhyme.
A name I don’t remember
Earth, wind and fire
Do you remember the 21st night of September?