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Melodic Caress

As my eyes settle
upon my one
luminous flower
The light of its flame
burns, as my only desire

What you see as faults
or a rip in your petals
Simply bring to my lips
and make it sweet
like honey and wine

My souls pollen
as I forget every other
like star dust
I absorb your colors
and trickles from your eyes

If you used to kneel, pleading
with heaven too many times
Look into my eyes
as I kiss
the scars on your knees

If you continue seeing rain
open yourself for me
My soul will kiss yours
as our passions release
one by one, every pain

~

Scott Mitchell


Entre los pétalos

Entre los pétalos

Disculpa mi mirada
Pequeña flor de bronce
La curiosidad embriaga
Por como te mostrarás
Floreciente
Y el brillo del rocío matinal

~

Le ruego al sol
Aparece ahora y revela
El objeto de mi deseo

~

Siente mi aliento, pequeña flor
Como unos labios suavemente exploran
Y remplazan mis pasiones
Con tu dulce aroma

~

Mi ambición es mejorar
Y mantener la esmeralda con cuidados
No temas al abrazo
Y saborea el néctar que compartes

~

Scott Mitchell

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In English:

Between the Petals

Excuse my stare,
little flower of bronze
Curiosity intoxicates
for how you will appear
in full bloom
and a glaze of morning dew

I plead with the sun,
rise now and reveal
the entity of my desire

Feel my breath, little flower
as lips softly explore
and replace my passions
with your sweet aroma

My ambition is to mend
and hold the emerald with care
Do not fear as I embrace
and taste the nectar you share


Devout Notes

I’m always hearing music
so I must be listening too close
Seeking answers in the lyrics
Adhering to every word spoke

It’s said that insanity is surely defined
Doing the same thing over and over again
I always find myself wanting to go back
and again, I find the means to an end

If I tried to run away
there would be a repeated proof
The asylum is ineludible
and I’m clearly crazy for you

Trying every method to remove
what the conductor put in me
Binding strings of a puppet master
inspired to play this symphony

The end of days may not come soon
but someday, in that palace of the sky
I’ll look in the directory
for the one with celestial eyes

I’ll ask for only five minutes
I’ll try to explain in the short time
All I was never able to find words for
in the world of yours and mine

Love for only giving, could have been
but, was too often unforgiving
Broken hearts simply tried to survive
but, life without you was not living

There was no peace where there was pride
and I’m not looking for alibies
But always found myself asking why
even apart, your happiness was mine

We promised it’s unconditional
but didn’t survive dark times
Silence as our backs turned
to conceal the cries

Two things I’m sure I surely knew for sure
as I waited for a shooting star in the sky
What I gave to you is always yours
Till the end of time, this love abides

 ~

Scott Mitchell


Evolve

Glaze of spring fragrance

Clings to delicate cocoon

Emerge with bronze wings

~

Scott Mitchell


Stagnant Tide (First Sonnet)

An orchestra blasts as the curtain closes at the end of a performance and as the speaker approaches the stage microphone.
“Thank you all for your presence tonight! Deepest apologies, but one of our premium performers cancelled and we’ve allowed a peasant from the coast named, hmm hmm, Scott Mitchell to recite HIS FIRST sonnet during intermission. Perhaps use this time to visit the restrooms or getting refreshments.”
A small gang of teenagers snicker as they disperse rotten tomatoes to their mates, in preparation to bombard the stage.
As bagpipes begin to play softly, the teens resist the urge and a curious audience returns to their seats.
Seated in the center of the stage, with long hair blocking view of his downward staring face, is the peasant using a candle as his reading light. The musicians pause and then start again, synchronous, as he begins reading… 

~

“Throwing bottles to the sea with last hopes
replies from the queen were to no avail
In each, contained a small piece of his heart
each one was destined to where he once sailed
Spent himself, he did, on rejecting ears
her angel eyes he dreamed of, turned away
Accepting the fate of all of his fears
moments shared with others did not ease pain
In dark days he accepted his demise
seduced to follow a new warrior’s quest
Still, echoes of memories pierced his eyes
yearning for one more chance to give his best

Outside the queen’s window, a proof of sort
undying love in bottles filled her port”

~

Scott Mitchell


Locks of Deja vu

Feet planted on the ground
yet a sky full of desire
Countless lightning streams
link the realms as golden wires

One large gasp as I inhale
all the energy of poetic past
I’m earnestly hemming my way
to live this moment at last

Stanzas written with my eyes
prepare my muse to accept me in
Every word intensely motivated
as your hands direct my pen

I am quivering in your breeze
as I’m smelling your sweet breath
I am willingly detained
as dark locks graze my chest

Lyrics are softly unspoken
by adjacent tongues and hips
Spreading ink on the paper
as we connect our lips

Inducement from our dance
causes patience to wear thin
Pen released from our control
Now we’re all the way in

We understand each other
My point is in you and it’s clear
Sir William shook the world
but we can shake this sphere

Now, I’ll need you forever
I’m addicted to this realm with you
I’ll always be back for more
of our continuous deja vu

~

Scott Mitchell


Awaited Finale

Listen to my song tonight
as we are together finally
I promised I would write
for the woman of my dreams

There was a time I almost drowned
revived as our lips touched
You reached in and pulled me out
now I’m needing you so much

I would do anything for you
my soul is standing there to sing
Atop a mountain made of blue
you are my everything

Soft caresses show my desire
the candles burn so I can see
You’re on top to quench my fire
as you’re putting it on me

They say beauty is only skin deep
but I’m loving your sweet sound
Your honey hips with each retreat
because we’re so much deeper now

Tremors of your body and lips can’t stop
accepting that your heart let me in
Your hair covers my face as you drop
your finger nails gently pierce my skin

I hold you now and whisper truth
evoking a promise of the deep
Already knowing I love you
three new words, I’ll never leave

~~

Scott Mitchell


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