JohnnyThonn

The Browning Version

The Browning version speaks of melodies
that soothe the soul with nature
and man being harmonious with
one another; to be the order
among the chaos in each breath,
the knowledge in the mystery.

Versions of romance that has long lost
its rhythm and rhyme – looking toward
death in beauty with pride
rather than honor. Telling forward
the stories that they have lied
with their tongue that a life has been lost.

Painting a picture of beauty in black
and white as it reveal itself in colors;
I am consuming in the form of breath
as I am in my thoughts murdered.
When each version comes by like death,
I, myself, am man in my final act.

An Aztec Dance

In an Aztec dance,
lovers mating in some nights
to preserve life
in the presence where the
grass is still green,
the clouds passing silently
with the wind, my Beautiful,
we have wandered
to another time in our being.

In a lover’s dream to be consumed
somewhere, hidden in a
dark corner filled with kisses,
moments of forever
passing without notice,
I am here, my Victorian, to
lie in your shadows –
to be the tangible space
of your desires.

I am the morning air following
a Romantic’s dream,
a warrior conquering your
thoughts, if it be, consuming
flesh on flesh, breathing
air after air.

In the garden of Africa,
of cactus, of thorns, of desolate
solitude, of rose petals
blooming in each season,
I travel the world to meet
you here, in the
visions of my eyes.
I have traveled a distant
mile to catch
the smile of your eyes, and
I have traveled far.

Where the library of ancient lyrics,
of rhymes, of poesy, of war, of love
wandering with the unattainable,
two lovers kiss between Keats
and Byron’s heart.
With statues and pictures of past
centuries searching for their
voices and hiding their crimes,
they sometimes leave
some things unfinished.

In a ritual of rain and clouds,
of winter and spring, summer
and fall, a sea of rose petals, Love,
beckons for your feet,
for your flesh. As an Aztec dance
to life, to death, living
is only a moment in the wind’s hands,
and only a second in the rain drops.