A poem about passionate love by David Tombale: Love reminds me

The title says it all, at times when your heart carries all your wisdom and your mind takes a backseat love becomes your compass. This is meant for those instances and people we can't help but keep a torch for, forever after.
Love reminds me

 Love reminds me of you in every hour
in every way, from the whispered chirps
above the trees to the way I’d hold you
carefully, as if fearing you would break

Jigsaw pieces thrown here and there
awaiting these nimble hands to show
the way

Love reminds me like summer days
out in the pools throwing waterfalls
to the sounds of laughter,
even autumn when the leaves begin to
change and there is a beauty in your ways,
fur lined boots and tiny waist and the
coldness of your kiss

Love reminds me of you every once
in awhile, it clouds over the angry moments
and was it you or was it me, who did it and
who did what, I can’t remember anything
past this burning ache that’s memory,
that’s lingerie and passion, tumbling around
our bed like animals

Love reminds me of this little green dress and
my hands on your  legs, it reminds me that I’ve
been holding my breath and that I still can’t breathe
without you.
 

A passionate love poem by David Tombale: From the sky

This passionate love poem concerned an ex of mine. She was an aspiring poet just like me and with her I was inspired to write many a piece. I present this poem as a way to treasure those memories.
From the sky

There is in all things a mystery
that can’t be solved, a riddle spoken
by our thoughts wrapped inside it
all, it’s a feeling I peddle often as
I lick the ink running from my pen;

I’ve traded in careless whispers but
hidden the honest flutter beating in
my heart, is it any wonder that I
come here every Monday to run
my fingers through her hair?

I am crushing, tattooing words
around my wrist, over hip and
chest, I’m writing a manuscript
upon my skin. She needs to read me
to see the sorrow shuttered by my
eyes, she needs to see me standing
here;

I am fiercely falling from the heavens
through the surface of its flesh, I am
falling for her deeply like a needle
piercing into my vein, blood and notion,
heart and soul have shattered, the pieces
float away, reaching, reaching out to her
across a burning sky.