Steven Louis Chapman says:

The inspiration for “merry-go-round” which is on the link was the song “if you were here” by the Thompson twins. The lyrics totally describe my feelings for Sandra. Check out the video w/ Molly Ringwald and Jake from sixteen candles. I am in the 29%(who hate you) always have always will be Sandra.

Steven Louis Chapman says:

“first date”

Upon the chandeliers candlelight we dance,
on worlds without,
your thoughts that tear me apart.
Sandra,
I’m on the phone,
that you call upon,
I’ve seen your miniskirt,
with your white blouse,
as you stand in the afternoon sunlight,
from the bathroom as you powder your nose.
I laugh as you strike a pose.
You say, “are you ready to go out?”
I shutter windows of my love,
without a doubt,
we flow endeavor,
a heart.
We get in the car,
drive away,
to the restaurant.
I order a bottle,
in which you are,
a Petite Syrah, Stags’ Leap.
and a Cozze in Bianco,
we’ll share an Isalata Fiorucci,
with an entree Spiedino Di Mare,
drown in a Tiramisu,
then just drive,
as the rain falls.

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“melting flight”

In Sandra,
I float on the apple of Eden,
on desires that have wept.
Psychedelic entranced passion laced,
penetrates the colours favourite splendour of her face,
dreaming deep infiltrates,
my inner gate,
in which is her fate,
that closes for her open wide,
that is a cluttered phase,
of renaissance,
reminisce of her thoughts,
to speak of her cares,
in dream like life,
of a candy cane.
Hurricane rage swirls,
deep within,
phonetic energy splits in two,
of a butterfly,
that’s me and you.
“Sighs,” kiss,
the silhouette,
of candies lace.
A diamonds eye of rapture,
bequests felt of her face.

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“underlying truth”

Washing,
in the shadows,
I become wet.
black undercoats met,
upon shining hearts,
of our silhouette.
I am an uneasy,
silky shiver,
beating in thou,
black hole of fire,
is I in the clouds,
which feel your arms,
as they cling like an armature,
that’s wired a rye.

I feel thee as if,
thou shall seek to see.
I cry on withered,
enclosed matter which flows,
from a weathered kiss.

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“felt”

From the rafters,
I fall,
in,
to the steel shanks,
pillowed crescendos,
elegance of wasted breadth,
inundated resonance,
wavered influx,
flavored kiss.
I hath wished,
but, so often bled,
for a rivers bed,
hush felt on lips.

Steven Louis Chapman says:

throw

Steven Louis Chapman says:

“?”

I’m slipping through the sand,
falling everywhere in dark
shadows of thou reaching hands,
dancing stark on thy heart.

You know where it started,
feeling a, “little Charlie,”
in fear that I’ll be parted,
lest, I stop the party?

I’ve fallen overboard while
shipwrecked off your northern shore.
I’m drowning in your stark white
reflection glass me amour.

Sipping thy chardonnay,
dreaming of thou hand to dine,
lips sinking ships from worlds away,
“Love,” be my Valentine?

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“in her eyes”

She is the sun,
washing down glistened,
light of my main-street,
morning daydream.

I walk in midst,
of her charity,
candy cane parasols,
twirl of her eyes.

Taste her on lips,
saltwater taffy,
licks flow of candy,
off fingertips.

Steaming cocoa,
in her memory,
swirls of fresh whipped cream,
twirl of her eyes.

Steven Louis Chapman says:

“mouthful of love” a Sonnet

Rustling leaves reminisce styles of thought,
while on my walk today through the park.
Greens and blues flow forever in you,
ringing true like the bells on her shoe.

Red flows through tripped on eyes paper cuts,
of sun shone through the trees flew of doves.
Lavender buzzed flew of bees painting,
pictures of love in my eyes fainting.

Honey trees from the breeze drip silent,
honey love the bears hold out their tongues.
Golden round and round found on my knees,
holding out for the sound of the breeze.

Rustling leaves feel my heart touch the ground,
as I fall in love true with the sound.

Steven Louis Chapman says:

I think Ian Sawicki had a premonition about my dream.
http://www.poetry.com/poems/the-ghost-of-integrity/14340991