There is a remote Arid as I walk along its sandy drifts,
Oh tomb of dregs bitter where black birds trek,
The still air whisks flower canticle melodies of sorrow,  
I am a lost discoverer on an unending journey,

This desolate sand has an eerie obverse familiarity,
As if I have roamed this valley once before,
In hopes of fleeing from an agonizing past,
In search of something reliable & steadfast,

Oh deep blue Ocean in the vastly distance,
To have her in my arms would be like a dagger of angst,
As the fiery sun blazes brightly with a sky of blue,
I can only say at the endow of this journey I hope for you,

The heat of the Arid bears too much for survival,
It is your love that keeps me live as I thrive forward,
As the stars cold hoist up above craving subside,
At night comes frigid cold fastened to the sand,  

I grab sand perplexed as it slips through my fingers,
Yearning as my love has befallen with my present anguish,
For I now am that forlorn Lover in the ARID SANDS”
       By AG. 3/25/2018 (C)

“We lovers are defined by things we share,
Lovers are better together then to be alone,
One does not own beauty it is conceived within,
In their dreams it is felt it can be obtained,

What can this be I say to the crux of this esoteric woman,
Alone in a dark nights rest all my thoughts of her,
Bedeviled by the lies of her hidden beneath,
I can no longer judge the veracity now her beauty dies,

The Calypso of death creeps upon me,
You are forlorn now with artistry of her deceit,
If a man think himself to be existent without the allure,
It will be the opulence of her beauty that will burn in his mind,

As the rosette has been plucked away from me,
I skirmish as thoughts of you grovel into my mind,
And as I repel to your touch or thought,
Aghast at of what loving you again I will find,

I prefer to melt in your arms in a chimera of thoughts,
I would be free from harm free from impairment,
As I once gave to you now I shall survive in,
Seduced in an anamnesis in a Garden of Bronze”
By A.G. (C) 03/2018

“In the reflex of love there is enigmatic elation,
That mingles in the face of love,
You may never think that love can hurt so,
That it would always be as strong as it began,

However I fell in love with her as the waves,
Adheres to the sea,
Our hearts adhered as one beating with robust,
Consent,

Allurement of both were as positive connectors,
As our ****** attire charades softly to the ground,
As the captivation of bliss lays beneath our skin,
Contentment and bliss with the desirable joy between us,

Congenial pleasure as the night slows an our,
Bodies ache with pleasure as trail of kisses elongated,
As in the allured cold chill of the arctic trail and borealis,
Bid make ones blood run cold not we our souls interlocked,

As I thought was true love was not,
It was just ecstasy not love on your part,
As you left and broke my heart prevented,
Me from moving on as your love departed,
I am left with that of Wistful Love”
  By A.G. 03/2018

“Antipathy of Abandonment”

I have been desolate like the dock at dawn.
You shall never know of my torment
The ghostly convolution in my head,
I will never be as well as another,

Now more distant than ever,
Neither ship nor upsurge can I ever survive,
Again more distant than ever,
Further than ever before have I been,
  
She has shown no regret for the infliction,
In the melancholy that’s ****** upon me,
As the black cruor drips within my heart,
Crevasse of detritus as I tried to swim to shore,

As the sea mingles its ornery abhor,
With each passing surge I await you,
In calm rivers hope to find thee before me,
Without in the end your being,

Of you coming suddenly would be exhilarating?
To know my life wildfire of roseate days,
Swishing brine of the ocean sedates to sand,
As my breath is unobtrusive to antipathy of abandonment,
By AG 03/2018 CR

Oh the exodus blend of hope and love,
Fervor in merging with such despondency,
The affection as light as the pollen of a flower,
The words imperceptibly began to leave our lips.

How dreadfully brief my desire was to you,
In it was my jaunt of my longing to be near,
It follows me as such because you are you,
Perhaps no one believed blossoming breeze,

It follows you wherever you may be a glimmer
The glowing origin of the golden rose you are,
The Memories of you emerge and encircle me,
Like a vessel you honed immense altruism,

I raise my drink to you a drink of undying ecstasy,
As the immense prodigious shattered your vessel,
Leaving us in the solace of a distant islet,
In the darkness of the enclave your arms held me,

It was there we adjured thirst and hunger,
And you were the fruit that quenched my passion,
It is of love you will love me and I you,
It is the hour of exodus, of forlorn Love”
  By AG 03/2018

"As we are unmoved in our secretive lives,
Over our heads the dark clouds gyrate above us,
Leaving an outline of a scintillating in your green eyes
Righteously my words adorn over you in a fondling way,

I love you, as my mouth presses against yours,
Now as the spring is blooming in the air brings delight,
As the Gale soon may come and we shall vanish,
My spirt needs to become accustom without thee,

Ever remembering how the flaming sun awoke us,  
Locked in a loving hold as our hips entered,
Embellished as one,
The palatableness of your sweet breast to me,

Who will mentor my aught of being how to be?
Who will begin my day with love in my heart?
Kisses will be always wasted,
If not your kisses that will be tasted,  

I have elated by your loving presence for my inevitability,
My struggle has been astringent,
But upon your beauty and hearing your guffaw,
I rise and seek you my level of ubiquitous Euphoria"

“Do you ever wonder as our day winds down?
About what could have been if you took a different route,
Each one working hard weary hours,
Blended green leaves and Golden Flowers,

My mind always coming back to her,
With a blend of green leaves and an,
Inadvertent presence invisible leafs and branches,
As the golden flowers she was to my heart,

Her ardent name carved on my,
Heart bones and soul,
Dancing under the moons struck starry night,
Risible Laughing at the day noon and night,

Long conversations until early morning lite,
While I am so tired of being alone,
Those memories can never be taken away,
Do not let this love fade away,

I could say I no longer love her but be lore,
I covet her skin touching mine,
I covet her hair flowing in all its silken black beauty,
I covet her mouth upon mine her breath is,
The sustenance I seek as I sit is she in my hours,
Of Reticent Emaciated”