Blue Eyed Memories

By Kyle Reece

An anthology of poetry reflecting on life, love, lust, pleasure, pain and healing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kyle Reece
• Release date: Jun 2, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310645761

Kyle Reece

explorer of the human condition.

Book preview

Part One: Young Love

A Lullaby for Babel; The Presentiment of Devotion

Run Away With Me

Dedicated

Mr Operator

Soulmate

Part Two: Sanguine

Bedevilment

The Tears That Rock The Scale

A Sonnet of Literary Requital

Love Lost

The Bitter Cry of a Broken Resolution

Deceit

Part Three: Revival

Ink

To The Ends Of The Earth

Earth Tones

Love Is Home

Bare Footed Gypsy

Part Four: Survivor

Crystal Ball

Jupiter

Labyrinthine

Whistling Dixie

Bounce Back

Original

Phantasm

Part One: Young Love

A Lullaby for Babel; The Presentiment of Devotion

In preparation for this statement of my own accord,

I am bleeding to remind myself,

of my devotion to you being mine,

A statement of both my conviction,

And my definition,

My darling,

You are the only one,

Even after the trifling,

And after all of this time - to me,

You are the only one,

Your eyes are the model of compassion;

Nothing to a sea of people who dare to care less,

Yet the world to someone like me,

Who dares to know more,

My love,

Your eyes are the headlights in my journey to fix my mess,

You can look to me,

I will wrap your bruised and bloodied face in my reconciling arms,

I will keep you safe,

And I will wipe away the tears and the blood -

Wash you of the shadow and the mud,

Angel of beauty,

Now that you’ve found me,

Lay down your arms over the mantel of the fireplace,

Lay down your clothes on my bedroom floor,

Lay down your guard,

Come inside,

Lock the door,

(There’s something about you,

that I just can’t ignore)

Babel don’t be afraid,

Put your open lips against mine,

Persist in your quest for adoration,

I will return the sentiment,

Because,

Your aura plays frivolously on my heart strings,

Maybe those cracks in your design were made perfectly for my hands, -

Don’t you