poetry – One Kindred Spirit

Dark Horse Stranger Black Crow Lover Here is My Blanket Let Me Cover You – One Kindred Spirit Polaroid FP100c

I leave my gate open What do I care? Everything has meaning When you are present. I leave my gate open And yes, ghost I remember … You were the light And now You are The light beyond the door. – One Kindred Spirit Polaroid Originals

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red:If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask’d, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks;And in some perfumes is there moreContinue reading

Strangers  All In Secret To Each Other  So Lovers   Should Speak Every Word To Their Other.  Don’t Hide From That Bare Light  That Burning Bright  And Don’t Regret The Dying Sun  Those Embers Are Not Ashes  They Live On.  - One Kindred Spirit  Polaroid – FP100c

To Be Unique Is To Be Yourself One Love Poem After Nine Sad Songs Your Hair Falls Forward The Scent of You One Love Poem Two Hands To Hold Your Skin Is Soft Your Spirit Strong One Love Poem For Your God I Say Your Name And You Say Mine Your Love Poem My SadContinue reading

When You Clad Your Front Door In Steel You Have To Expect Some People Will Rattle Your Backdoor Handle. – One Kindred Spirit Polaroid – FP100c

*Speak Your Name To Me* Speak your name to me And once you speak your name five times I know that I will know you. “Nayab” From Persian Rare “Nayab” In Urdu So Unique “Nayab” Speak Your Name Out Loud “Nayab” So I Can Know “Nayab” Your God’s Home, Your Empathy. You spoke your nameContinue reading

Forgive me If you no longer live If you, beloved, my love If you have died All the leaves will fall in my breast It will rain on my soul all night and all day The snow will burn my heart I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow My feet willContinue reading

*Haiku for a Lover* Under this vast sea Lie the secrets of your deep. Sleep beautiful dreams. – One Kindred Spirit Hand Colored Silver Print

Did you cut yourself reaching out for me? And did I cut myself reaching in for you? Now we know that poets don’t lie Lovers really do bleed. And then you said – “But what about your surrender?” My surrender? It was in my every word to you My surrender was my every thought ofContinue reading