Love is Under Me

Poetry by Ryan Oelke, Screenwriter & Director

Ornaments on the Breath

by Ryan Oelke

Ornaments on the breath
a single pulse
a royal drift
seated upon
this Divine ballroom
of
Light
and
Love.

Eyes that Remind Me

by Ryan Oelke

Eyes that remind me,
inspire a longing for delicate words,
pulling and pushing
translucent colors
through my spine,
arching and reaching
for you.
The flick of your tongue
illuminated a diamond
in my heart,
inducing a sweat
so sensual
Angels couldn’t help but stare,
and I wanted to whisper this in your ear…

An Evanescent Kiss

by Ryan Oelke

An evanescent kiss
never stopped Love
from dancing
until we all passed out,
insisting we begin again,
this time with a little more kick
in our step,
an imprint of forgotten embrace.

A Soft Breath on Cold Glass

by Ryan Oelke

A soft breath on cold glass,
looking in with lips
I cannot touch.
I long for those whispers
that roll sweetly
down the nape of my neck,
filling my heart
with stories of boundless Love
I’ve never heard
But never forgot.
Won’t you whisper to me
now?

Give it a Rest

by Ryan Oelke

As I walk in the cold,

Love pulls on my clothes,

Asks me to give it a rest

And keep an old friend warm.

Love Doodles Forgotten

by Ryan Oelke

love doodles
left and forgotten
like a stage play written
but never performed

Isolating the Divine

by Ryan Oelke

Self-imprisonment,
lost in the Divine reflections
isolated,
gripped by garlands of projections,
strung
together by misguided hopes
of my mind.
Somniferous words won’t help,
even when touched
by time.

Echoes of Your Heart

by Ryan Oelke

(Featured in my short film, “Love’s Invitation“, winner of Best Screenplay)

As I held your hand,

I felt the last breath leave your lips,

Taking my tenderness with it.

Buried under emptiness,

I only prayed for the sun

To lovingly scorch my body,

So that I might be swept away,

Reborn as beautiful as I always saw you.

Every place I escaped to

Carried the echoes of your heart,

Deafening my soul

So that I might hear for the first time.

Suddenly,

I found myself

Scattered in free-fall,

Pulled through the Kosmos

And I saw you.

I saw you,

Everywhere,

In everyone.

And in that moment

I remembered that you were me,

And all that remained

Was Love.

Pieces of Lovers Passed

by Ryan Oelke

I went into my past
machete in hand
to gather pieces of old lovers,
a perfect creation
I hoped to stitch together with fear,
but something wasn’t right…
I
couldn’t
breathe
life
into my creation,
and
beauty
passed as I stood
waiting…

The Angel That Forgot Itself

by Ryan Oelke

sometimes I wish an angel would carry me beneath loving wings

rather than I holding its feathers,

tears pouring from my soul

because an angel doesn’t know its an angel

and my heart aches for that divine embrace