DEBORAH BROOKS LANGFORD

DEBORAH

BROOKS LANGFORD

DANCE WITH NO REGRETS

A distant smile

Shades shift to hellos and goodbyes

Tear drops tapping to a dance

Any regrets?

Many feelings stealing life

Like a thief in the night

Pilfering my thoughts of you

Entering through the window stealthily

Robbing, blurring reality

Leaving my steps faltering for a chance

For that eternal dance

Ransacking my mind’s humming melody

Drifting away like floating elodea…

But don’t the best things come from God?

I have no regrets, but just love

Distant love is unencumbered, its soul free

I just reach out, hug and smile

No doubts or qualms for awhile…

Debbie Brooks Langford @

THE ART OF LOVE

A tempest of emotions

Cradles her raw explosive rapture

At a distance she saw the man she desires

Of her unaware wants

Her blood boils from the thoughts

In her head as it rages through her body

Her extreme need to be fed...

The hunger burns like sulfuric acid

Eats away the pure catches in her throat

The tingling of the skin as it warms

To feel his touching tour...

Her sweetness

Has been filled with love

That has flowed between them

Making her cry out

Her innocence lost in his eyes...

She sees him turn in a direction

She couldn't follow

Her pulse races at faster impulsion

He stands there wanting her

Soaking in the sight

He has perceived her beautiful masterpiece

She created just for his release...

DEBBIE BROOKS 2016 @

AMOUR KIND SIR

Spying on your words

For the wondering wanderer you are

Giving distance from afar

With waves of deep emotion

Where it meets earth way too far...

Amour Kind Sir..."Pour l'~ de Dieu!"

Loving care, she was his love affair…

It was during the winter cherry

Flights untold for all to be merry

Spirit of prophesy golden haired…

Battlefields of love

Die from an army of Eros' archers

That raises the mere hearts of old

In the yonder fields of Vandenberg

Where the mighty sword has struck so bold...

Her sweet letters flew across the distant lands

To his blue eyes so new, weary from the struggles

He would read the hands of Angels

Oh, Amour Dear Kind Sir, I am in love with you...

DEBBIE BROOKS 2016@