By Benjamin Grossman &
The mirror of my soul dissolves my flaws
While my heart’s vibration draws Its inner handwriting breaks fear’s barricade And together we dive deep into love’s cascade
A graceful night above
Our harmony raising the frequency Auras ascend, we fly like a dove On the light of constellations, soaring peacefully
Toward the bloom of time
This journey is an eternal climb The roots of emotions Are the bravest oceans
A magical connection
The creation of love’s reflection We are one, an immortal team Spinning through this life’s infinite dream
What a pleasure it was working with
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There are places in the world
Soaked in constant light For days, weeks, or months without end: The Land of the Midnight Sun A time when sunset is sunrise.
Easily, my beloved, I can relate this back to you
Because when you’re by my side I’ve never seen the night.
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There are days when you’re just too sweet
There are nights when you’re just so sour Still I savor your taste when between my teeth Thank heavens for grapes!
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur
By Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
What is love?
I venture for the search, Hovering above the restrictions, Masquerading feelings, Packing the streets and theaters.
In the shadows of the city lights,
The subtle touch of elation, Tempered by the night’s venom. A parade of tamers lurking to fragment dreams, To seek the hook for their puppet master.
There’s always a cage for joyous affairs,
Some subjugation of our bohemian nights.
But I still reach possessively for the moment, as the pendulum strikes.
Eternity vibrant in your eyes, Unwavering in my faith that love is untamable.
This poem was a collaboration with Sirishty Thakur. Please, do yourself a favor and check out her amazing poetry and photos on her blog: Thought Loop.
© 2021 Sirishty Thakur & Benjamin Grossman
She puts me on in every season
Regardless of time, place, or location In the rain, the sleet, and the snow Apparently I’m some sturdy husband material
I’m infatuated with the speed at which you spill your ink
Imagine all the ways you guide your pen over a page Fantasize about how you dot your i’s and cross your t’s And now I can’t stop thinking of collaborating
Came home and the windows were smashed
The place empty, all my belongings taken And then you walked in next And I remembered: I still had everything
I can’t translate you into a poem
Your radiance is dulled in words
Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem It still has no words But I know it’s about you.
My spiritual animal
Must be the hawk Every time I leave your hand I come right back