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No explaination is required here. Love is... indescribable. The most confusing of emotions, it can cause such highs and lows, but it's more than worth the ride. I hope you like pieces chosen here. Click on any of these shortcuts to go to the following sections: A --> F, G --> L, M --> R or S-->Z
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Alive In My Thoughts
"We should be happy
With what we have,
Not unhappy
With what we can't."
A pearl of wisdom,
Applicable to anything,
Spoken in darkness,
Hours before I left.
For two weeks,
We lived in the same space.
Fourteen nights,
We slept in the same room.
For three,
We shared one bed.
The places we went to;
The zoo, the museum,
A football game, the Quarter,
Are all memories I treasure.
But its the nights that cling,
Living on in my memory.
You've changed me.
Taught me to trust a man's touch.
With those hands,
You opened my heart,
Made it your own.
When I go to bed,
I think of arms
That kept me by your side,
Hands always stroking.
And it's your touch I miss.
I could loathe you
For being my dreams,
Making my heart yearn,
My body ache,
My soul lonely.
And when I wake alone,
You are there, already,
Alive in my thoughts.
Annabelle
For Carl
Annabelle,
The name I have chosen,
You are only a dream,
A vision of how my life could be.
Created in love,
My constant, sweet and hopeful,
I would give you the best
From those who made you:
Your father's cool logic, subtle humour,
My gentle touch and tender heart.
And tho you are nothing more
Than a woman's fervent wish,
Know you were loved and wanted
Long before you came to exist.
A Woman's Heart
A woman's heart
Is as tender
As a new bloom,
Kissed by morning tide's dew.
A woman's heart
Is as fragile
As a butterfly's wing;
Soft, yet easily ripped and torn.
A woman's heart
Is her own sun.
It will leave you basking
In warmth, on a summer's day.
A woman's heart
Is kin to her body.
Smoothe as silk, warm as velvet
Under her love's caressing hands.
A woman's heart
Is all of these, and more.
It can be as powerful as a raging storm,
But love as as deep as the seas.
This woman's heart
Is yours...
And so much more.
A Wedding
For Dandylion and Iblieve, Congratulations!
An event to be filled
With wonder and joy.
It will call to the faeries.
They will sing and make music,
Whisper enchantments to weave
A web of magic to cast over the day.
Flowers will bud and bloom.
Leaves shall dance on the air,
As nature smiles down upon
You both, and your union.
All will be right in the world.
When night comes, look to the moon.
Basking your home in its silvery light,
Bringing my love to your door,
With it, these words, my gift to you:
A match made in the Heavens,
Created by the hands of Destiny and Fate,
Having travelled through Time,
Struggle and Strife.
A love to be celebrated.
Here on Earth, a wedding.
Bathroom Pleasure
Steam rises out the door,
Her skin rosy and flushed
By the hot water she bathes in.
Her lover's eyes gleam
As he watches every move
Her hands makes;
The soap gliding along
Gentle hills and curves.
Dipping it between the
Slopes of her breasts.
Running it along the soft
Curve of her belly
To the heavenly vee below.
Losing her self in passion,
She forgets he's there.
Easing her grip,
The soap falls to the bottom,
Forgotten.
Her hands rove,
One goes to a hardened crest,
The other to the vee
To ignite her passion further.
Her back arching,
Offering her flesh to him,
She moans in her dark pleasure.
Unable to restrain himself,
Sinking to his knees,
His hands join hers,
On a quest to seek out
The entrance of her slick, wet heaven.
Found, he thrusts a finger inside,
Her hips pistoning,
Matching his rhythm beat for beat.
Water sloshing over the sides,
Their lips meet,
Blending lips and swirling tongues.
Internal muscles spasm out of control,
She erupts.
The shouts of her pleasure echo,
Linger on in his mind,
Quiver along with her spent body.
Slowly withdrawing his finger,
Raising it to his lips.
His tongue licking away her essence,
Its unique flavour is one he craves,
He sets out to start the game all over again.
Belle of The Ball
For Claire and Alex, be happy and in love, always.
Come, Belle of the ball,
Dance in the arms of love.
Forget about all else,
The crowd surrounding you
With their watchful eyes.
Do you hear the sweet music
Playing softly in your ear?
That's your personal symphony crescending
In wonderous rapture as
All else melts into the distance.
In this moment, there's only two,
Beauty and her Prince.
With your head lying on his shoulder,
His lips brush your lobe to whisper
Three words you've longed to hear.
So, come, Belle, and dance.
Dance in the arms of the man you love.
Beneath An Oak Tree
For Carl
One day, you'll find me
Beneath an oak tree.
Its ancient branches offering
Protection from the blazing sun.
Lost in a field
Far away from any city,
Shoes off, sprawled on a blanket,
A breeze weaving through the leaves.
The contents of a picnic basket
Scattered to the side,
My lover's head rests on my lap,
Fingers tangled in his hair
As I read aloud from the
Book in my hand:
Frost or Burns, I'm not sure,
Just a literary classic.
And when I'm feeling alone,
Unsure of the path I'm treading,
Doubts running through my mind,
It's this image that grounds me:
Beneath an oak tree,
This is where you'll find me.
Watching as I willingly fall
Deeper under his magical spell.
Come Out To
Come out of my dreams,
To make me alive.
Chase away the shadows,
To bathe in the sunshine.
Lengthen the days,
To shorten the nights.
Take away every colour,
To make each one new.
Hold onto my hand,
To show me wondrous places.
A brush of the lips,
To awaken the senses.
The stroke of a hand,
To make the body shimmer.
Slip inside,
To make two one.
Open my eyes,
To capture my heart.
Come out of my dreams,
To make me alive.
Drinking A Beer
Drinking a beer, enjoying the moment.
Savouring, as the cool liquid
Slides silkily down the throat,
This tiny allotment of time
To myself, quiet in its entirety.
All is right in my world,
If only in this brief lapse.
Everything's not wonderful,
A part of me unfulfilled.
Yet, contentment runs in my veins.
Maybe if there was someone
To share this soft enchantment with.
We could be dancing -
No, swaying, to the bluesy
Number pumping through the speakers.
One arm would be around his waist.
The other, hooked around his neck,
Fingers threaded in his hair at the nape.
My head resting on his shoulder,
Face nestled under his chin, perhaps.
Bodies pressed tightly together, barely moving.
Breathing in his scent.
His choice of soap clinging to his skin.
A hint of male, a unique brand
Of his alone, underneath it all.
So maybe life isn't perfect.
Tipping the bottle back to my lips,
I take another long pull,
Revelling in the flavour
I'm not sure I like.
I close my eyes to capture that image,
Imprint it ever so carefully on my mind.
Swallowing, smiling on the inside,
I savour it all.
Wondering what dreams will be.
Enough
Loving a man isn't always enough.
It takes courage, conviction.
Strength and determination
To see past all the virtues,
View the flaws underneath.
Take them into account.
It's not just your heart
That's on the line.
For a woman,
Once you've given it away,
It is everything.
Body, mind, soul.
Her entire being,
The make up of who she is.
I gave all I had,
And received nothing in return.
Loving you was never going to be enough.
Eve's Apple
Come, Adam, let me tempt you
With my bountiful fare.
Kiss lips as ripe and sweet as
Srtrawberries on a summer's day.
Savour the weight of melons,
Heavy in your hands.
Lick their tips, and recall
The taste of succulent cherries.
And if you dare, engorge your senses
On my hidden peach.
Delve with your fingers to secret places,
Savour the nectar that flows for you
With lips and tongue. Or...
Bury yourself, hard and deep,
Into the warm, moist cavern that beckons you.
All these thoughts are yours
As I take a bite out
Of my crunchy green apple.
Forbidden Room
Have you ever stepped into a room,
Felt something mysteriously beautiful
Floating in the air you can't begin to imagine?
Forbidden for you to grasp.
There are others in this room,
Waiting for you to find what they've found,
Someone for you to share the beauty with.
In this grand ballroom,
An orchestra is playing.
Tables are laden with sumptuous foods,
Chandeliers hang and candles burn.
You are one of the couples I vision there.
Glasses are in their hands,
Drinking and dancing in celebration.
Filled with joy and light,
A bond links you together,
Invisible to the eyes
Felt with every heart beat.
Happy for you but thinking of another.
Standing in the shadowed door way,
Catching glimpses of what could be,
My body casts shadows against the light.
All eyes are upon me,
Kindly waiting for my journey to end,
My search to capture the one who holds me.
One day, permission will be given for me
And my other to enter the realm
Where love's magic breathes.
This was inspired by Dandylion and Iblieve, wonderful friends I am truly blessed to know.
Free
Everything that I am,
All that I'll ever be,
Has been placed in to your hands.
There it lives and breathes,
Waiting for your answer.
Only time will tell.
I will stand back,
Keep the promise I made,
Not to you, but to me.
Until then,
You should know you hold my heart.
Please, keep it safe
Until you decide to set it free. |
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Garden Of Roses
Love is like a rose.
In the beginning,
It's only a seed.
Buried deep in rich,
Moist earth.
Breaking through the shell,
Tiny roots sprout,
Seeking out water.
Every touch or whisper
of sweet moisture
Makes it yearn,
Search out for more.
The roots grow,
Spread out,
Far and wide.
Until it has
a good grasp
Of the surrounding land.
Meanwhile,
It yearns evermore
To know the warm
Enchanting rays of the sun.
With all its might,
It shoots on upwards,
Breaking out of darkness,
Eager for the light.
More and more,
It grows.
Leaves form,
Greedily taking all
That sunlight can give.
Leaning towards its
Lover like caresses.
Then, one day,
At the tip of the stem,
A bud is ready to bloom.
Slowly, it unfurls.
One by one,
The petals reveal
Their true colour.
The shade of passion,
Unwanted, it will
Wither away and die.
Desired, it will
Thrive, and more will
Come to bloom.
Until, finally,
My garden will be full
Of the roses you planted
Inside of me.
Have you ever…?
Have you ever left love behind?
I did.
Oh, I never meant to.
It wasn't planned;
The falling,
Or the leaving.
But the choice was
Taken out of my hands.
It was magic.
I'd never known
Another time like it.
Spoiled by the things
I'd discovered,
The purity of his touch.
How could there be another?
But I still found myself
On the airport's curb,
Two pieces of luggage
To act as my companions.
All thoughts of composure
Dried like dust on the wind
As he drove off.
Life got in the way,
Fantasy given the uppercut,
As it was backhanded by reality.
Now, all I'm left with
Is the emptiness
My actions
Have brought me.
Alone,
My heart broken,
Loving the man
I had to leave behind,
With only a handful of memories
To keep me warm at night.
Good Night, My Love
For Carl.
Good night, my love.
I’ll watch whilst you sleep,
As your dreams take you away
To distant lands and thundering mountains.
Feel the wind whisper in your ear,
Dance through your hair, send your spirit soaring.
I’ll still be waiting, here, by the shore,
The sand slipping beneath my feet.
The roar of the sea will calm my impatient heart,
Happy and light only when you’re near.
Eager for your return, your eyes to open,
To talk, to hug, to kiss and make love.
The things only we two can do.
Dream your dreams, my love.
I’ll be here waiting for your call,
Never knowing how deep I fall.
With your heart beating beneath my hand,
This, the only world I choose to know.
He Is
He is my saddest thought.
Yet a smile will come alive
At the mere mention of his name.
Whenever a memory is recalled,
Or some inane action lingered over,
By grace, how I take flight,
Far beyond the moon and stars.
He is my greatest pleasure.
But the utmost source of pain.
The ocean that lies between
The man and me is vast and deep,
Beyond all my imaginings, ice cold.
Many days have passed since then,
Of parting, to now.
He is all things, to me.
More than simply joy and tears.
A knight or a tender touch,
The champion of my dreams,
A slayer of dragons from the past.
Handsome, but no Adonis,
Perfect in all his flaws and qualities.
He is what love has come to be.
Hello Love
Take a hand,
Graze the surface
Of the palm
Softly with your lips.
Form a band
Of gentle fingers,
Encircle a wrist,
Pull her into your arms.
Tuck a finger
Under her chin
Angling her face
Up to your lowering one.
Sweetly, let your lips
Brush hers once.
Lift... brush again
Before settling into a deep kiss.
Her gaze meets yours.
The smile in her eyes
Takes shape on her lips.
She pulls away ever so slightly.
"Hello Love"
Is breathed upon
Your lips as she
Returns to the sumptuous
Texture and taste she craves all her days.
His Shirt
His shirt hangs in the wardrobe.
It's never been worn.
New, a gift waiting
To be wrapped, and mailed.
But his shirt hangs in my wardrobe.
An act of something deeply personal,
And yet, casually intimate.
Exceeding the boundaries of friendship
Without making the final crossing
Over that line.
Soon, it'll be hanging in his.
Right now, though, its lined up
Against favourite blouses and trousers
Becoming increasingly too large for me
As times moves slowly by.
Until then, I can lovingly run my fingers
Over the softness of the fabric.
Recalling the texture of the skin
It will be covering from other's eyes,
The way I could never get enough and why
I ache to feel it under my hands once more.
His shirt hangs in my wardrobe,
Tying my life effortlessly to his.
Another bond to bind us uniquely closer.
A tenuous thread drawing together in the end.
I Ask Of You
I ask you this:
What am I to you?
How do I make you feel?
Do I make your heart stop,
Only to make it start all over again?
Does the brush of my fingers
Make your skin shiver in delight?
Does the sound of my voice
Make your hands tremble, body shake?
Do you catch your breath
When somebody speaks my name?
You make me tremble
When I feel you enter the room.
Your presence makes time stop.
You're in everything I say, everything I do.
A constant in my thoughts,
And I can't get you out.
When we are apart,
I feel you everywhere inside of me,
Am I inside of you?
In A Box, You And I
I'm putting you in a box.
Placing it high on a shelf,
Out of reach.
I'll still be able to see it,
Tucked away, safe and sound.
Not to be forgotten.
Just set aside,
And all that you mean,
To me.
The dream that you became.
The emotions such
A vision can bring.
The thing is,
I've met some one.
In the here and now.
He likes me,
Even thinks I'm sexy,
Cute, at times.
He makes me laugh.
And he's not you.
His touch doesn't pull at me,
Or soothe me.
Send shivers down my spine.
But he holds my hand.
Knows that he wants to,
How he wants to be,
With me.
So I'm setting you aside,
Trying to move on and let go.
We'll be the friends
You wish us to be.
And I'll place my love
For you inside this box.
Along with this dream
I had of you and I.
Only to hope
In another time and place,
I can take that box down,
Open it up in the sunlight.
Watch it flower and bloom,
Once more.
With no need to look back
And regret what might have been.
You and I.
I Should Be Asleep
I should be asleep.
Dawn will soon be here.
The sky's already starting to lighten.
A new day, arrives.
I should be asleep.
It's nearly five a.m.
But looking across to the empty bed,
It's more than a little lonely.
I should be asleep.
But without the man tucked up
Underneath the thick quilt to tempt me,
No dreams will lull me once again.
I should be asleep
But there are no comforting arms
To hold me close to his flesh,
A steady heart beat
To count and treasure beneath my ear.
I should be asleep.
Instead, I'm awake.
Missing...
All that I yearn for.
I thought I saw
I thought I saw you
Waiting for me at the station
As I got off the train.
My breath stopped,
And I though:
"Here I go,
My daydreaming come true."
Except, he wasn't you.
Oh, the hair was right,
The glasses too.
The bump in his nose?
Perfect.
He had your walk,
The body language spot on.
The depth of his voice
Would have sent shivers
Down my spine if it
Had possessed a southern drawl.
Did he borrow your manual,
Memorise it, and hand it back,
Once he could pull off the act?
But he was taller,
Just a little tubby.
If I were to wrap
My arms around his waist,
It wouldn't have felt right.
With your scent gone,
The moment would be empty.
But it wasn't all the things
The man dressed in black trousers
And a crisp white shirt
Lacked.
What gave the game away,
Took me out of my dreamy state,
Was his eyes.
The colour of chocalate
That melts in passion.
Yours are the colour of sunrise
On a clear morning.
Bright, without a cloud to hinder
The depth and warmth
They bathe me in.
Just A Body
Just a body.
Used to scratch an itch.
Your itch,
Your pleasure.
Only you gained something
Out of this measure.
Just some worthless flesh.
There was nothing
Tender in your touch.
A fondle here,
A kiss there.
Just enough to
Get me wet,
My breath hitch,
The flesh sweat.
Just a bit of fun.
But when it comes
Right down to it,
There was no pleasure.
All it took
Was a few faked moans,
Add some thrown in gasps,
To fool you into my coming,
Whilst you were pumping.
Just a prayer,
A look up to the heavens,
For the loud groan,
Roll and collapse,
And it would all be over with.
Just something cheap
That you could use,
Toss aside and leave behind.
Your measure full,
Sated with empty pleasure.
Just some cheap whore,
Who gave up her time,
Her body, her flesh,
And received nothing but shame
In her strange quest for something more,
More than what she'd known from before.
Listen To The Wind.
Listen to the wind,
For it carries my love to you.
Here I stand, bundled warm,
In Autumn's chilly cold
Thinking of memories made.
Stay still and allow
The breeze to move over you,
Rumple clothes and tousle hair.
Open your mind, your senses,
Realise I am there, with you.
Can you feel the touch
Of my fingers along your skin,
Tracing the shape of your lips?
The tips tingle in memory.
How I placed my hand over your heart,
Standing guard during my slumber?
No harm will come to what I hold precious.
The hour is fast becoming late,
Rain will fall before
Night passes back into day.
Listen out for the wind,
It'll bring me closer to you.
I have to go in now,
So, here, this must end.
Looking To The West
Reading to the first hour
Of a new day.
If I were to look to the window,
Perhaps open the blinds,
I would spy a cloudless sky,
Sprinkled with stars.
A black back drop with diamonds
Flashing with every move.
Words unfold a story before me,
Turning page after page.
Images bud, bloom, with talented descriptions,
The bouquets arranged and artfully trimmed.
Underneath each individual posy
I receive by another’s penmanship,
Thoughts return evermore to you.
Always, it’s you.
This book is my companion for the night,
Here to help me pass the hours.
The radio gently disrupts the silence of the house
Uniting the trio to survive the night’s loneliness.
I’ve been in this country, for days,
It’s ways are no longer foreign to me.
I’ve been more at ease here than I
Could ever be in the land of my birth.
If you were to ask me if I was surviving,
I would tell you:
Yes. I sleep less than before,
But not due to disturbing dreams.
I’ve dropped another clothes size,
Lack of appetite and all,
The doctor will be pleased, no doubt.
Surviving? Yes I am,
Barely scraping by.
I would not tell you that:
I wasn’t looking forward to this trip.
Stepping back on soil designed for freedom.
Drive along roads I know you yourself
Have driven along in younger years.
I can’t help but to look to the west,
Hundreds, instead of thousands, of miles apart,
Wonder what you are doing, thinking, feeling.
I won’t tell you how it hurt
To know that you had forgotten
I would be back,
An hour or two ahead of you,
A small matter of time zones.
Yet here I am,
Same country, separate state.
It would be so simple to book a flight,
With less than a handful of hours,
I could close the physical distance.
But would I be welcome at your door?
My fingers have itched to dial the phone.
Hear the voice that smoothes out
All the rough edges,
Manages to break my heart,
Seal it anew all in one moment.
The fear of being rebuffed
Stilled those fingers.
Do you know all I feel for you,
All you can bring me,
How my body responded to the touch of yours
Scared me so?
Of all the people my heart
Could have chosen,
Only a part of me regrets it was you.
My eyes are tired, my mind alive.
Overrun with thoughts of you.
Each morning since I’ve arrived back,
I’ve woken, imagined you here,
In this bed,
With sunlight slashing through
The cracks of the blinds.
The warmth of your body
The only blanket I’d need.
As another hour fades away to nothing,
Seconds ticking by to form the new one.
The radio continues to play music
You taught me to appreciate,
Tinged with the stories and anecdotes
You shared with me in the car,
Creating memories of my own to recall.
Returning my attention to the words in front of me,
I ignore the words sung in a whisper to my ears.
Another lesson in futility
As I try to block you from my mind.
Hopelessly wishing that
When I collapse in exhaustion,
You’ll be there as I wake.
Love Is For The Heart
Love is for the heart,
Sex is for the body.
Together,
The combination is more heady
Than a savoured wine.
Tell me
What could be more delicious?
My lover's hands caress skin
Fragile as newly spun silk.
They linger, building fires
Aching to be stoked out.
We share sumptuous kisses,
Wet, hinting of a teasing tongue.
His flavour settles on my senses.
The exchange of lips ardent,
Leaves me gasping for more.
Touch me anywhere, everywhere.
Keep those fires burning.
Send my heart beat tripping.
With talented fingers
Fondle milky orbs
Tipped with rose petals.
With a pull, pinch,
By a finger and thumb,
A tug will answer in response,
Deeply, from my centre,
Moistened with eagerness.
He seeks out all
Pleasurable points of weakness,
Exploits them all to his advantage.
Cuffs my wrists in one hand.
Torture that I can't return his magic,
Feel tensed muscles bunching
Under my questing hands.
That avid mouth travels south.
His breath teases the inside
Of a trembling thigh,
Warming that dewy softness
Riped with anticipation.
My senses focus in on
That one bundle of nerves.
A moan escapes me
With his first kiss,
My hips arch up,
I can't help it.
He's set out to destroy me.
My fingers grip the sheets,
New colours burst brightly
In my mind
As he sends me flying
To the burning sun.
Floating back to the earth,
My body quakes.
I never knew love
Could be like this.
My vision narrowed before by
Others forever taking what
I never had the choice to give.
He presses sweet kisses
To wherever he pleases,
As I link our fingers,
Smile my permission.
He is my first choice.
He holds my heart captive.
Understanding the gift I give him,
He joins us,
Filling me inch by inch.
Slowly, reverently,
We begin the dance.
There's more to be found here
Than the mating of two bodies,
It's the union of
Hearts beating in time.
For some there is sex for the body,
But love...
Love is for the heart.
Love's Wish
Twinkling lights in the tree,
And you are not here, with me.
Memories sweep aside all hope,
Leave a bitter taste in my mouth.
Carols play on the radio,
All I can do is think of you.
I'm tired of sleeping alone,
No warmth, the bed empty.
Restless, I yearn to be there, with you.
Where I'm safe, and whole.
My world right and centred.
Happy, no more heart break,
Dreams sweet, dry cheeks.
That's my Christmas wish.
What I hope to find under the tree
Can't be placed in a snug box,
Wrapped with decorative paper,
Tied up by a pretty red bow.
Love is not to be packaged that way.
All I know is that you're not here,
Here is not where I want to be.
Loving You From Afar
I've loved you from afar.
In the distance I've stood
Waiting, watching you shine.
Flying further away,
The white tips of your wings
Glint under the sun's warming light.
A travelling guide informing me of where you are.
I've been the consummate friend.
There to help you carry the burden
Of lost love's bitter blows.
Witnessing your slow recovery,
The walls you've erected in defence
To the future's pains, the past's old aches.
I've felt my heart form a new crack
As you stumble back under a new lover's powerful spell.
Uniquely, you've yet to succumb to the weaving one
I yearn to cast over you.
As time passes us by, approaching ever nearer,
I stand back and continue to love you from afar. |
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Making A Connection
I dream of your touch,
Your hands moving along my skin.
Caressing me with your lips,
Warm breath sending ripples of pleasure.
Sometimes,
I can feel you filling me,
Making us one.
I want that with all my soul.
A connection.
Union and completion.
No more longing for the other half of me,
The yearning to fall away.
I want to know
What you taste like.
Have you fill my senses to overflow.
Still, it wouldn't be enough.
Moving together,
Loving forever.
As fate and destiny
Walk hand in hand.
Marry Me
Marry me, please.
Not just for the ceremony,
For the little things.
I could talk to you everyday,
Walk with you in the park; hand in hand.
Run my fingers through your hair.
Touch you here, or there.
Kiss you any time I want.
Sleep with my head on your shoulder,
Curled at your side.
To fight and argue with you,
Have the right to seduce you.
To have you come home, to me,
And an intimate meal for two.
Marry me, share your life,
Tangle it with mine.
Just so I can love you
In every little way
That only I know how.
One Too Many
Do you take a simple pleasure,
In your blinding ignorance,
Of something that is facing you
Directly in the eye?
For someone who claims
He will always be there,
Someone who will listen, comfort.
You lack what you once had.
Do you always take for granted
A friendship, a lover?
They are fleeting needs that will fade...
They've had their moment of your time.
I won't wait much longer.
I'll come banging on your door.
Make you realise who, what, you are.
What you've done to me.
It has been more than once
That a heart has been broken by your hands,
Far too many times,
It has been mine.
Pout
Fair? It's not even right.
Please, allow these lips to pout
Over the impossible ness
Of the situation.
Maybe then you'd be convinced
To kiss away their sullen shape,
Tease them into soft pliancy,
Savoring the fullness under your command.
The problems surrounding me
May not be resolved and concluded,
But, oh, my mind would remain
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Saying 'It'
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
It wasn't part of the plan.
But I can't help it.
It's just the way it is.
I'm not asking for it back.
I don't want to hear it.
Unless you want to say it.
But you have to mean it.
Otherwise, what's the point?
If you go down that road,
You'll hurt yourself, and me.
So, if I say it,
Don't panic.
Take a breath, and accept.
I love you.
That's just the way it is.
Sealed Away
How can anyone be so contained?
I want to know where I stand.
Put me in my place,
For God's sake,
And out of my misery.
Confusion runs wild and free,
Always rampant,
In my mind.
How did I end up here,
At this fork in the road?
I wonder if your life
Simply moves on
As if I had never appeared,
Wrapped up glasses in paper,
Packed up boxes.
It was I who sealed away
The contents of the kitchen,
The bedroom, your life.
All that was in between.
It was me,
Who packed you away,
With pieces of me thrown in.
Check on those boxes,
Still sitting in a garage somewhere,
Read the hand writing,
And just for once,
Think of me.
Shakespeare In Love
"Write me Well" - Violet
I am no Shakespeare.
I do not have his gift
For a rhythmic sonnet,
Powerful prose or beautiful verse.
I can only stand back,
Read his words or
Watch them take shape on a stage.
They set my soul aflame.
Pound the blood from my heart
To the tips of my fingers.
Sear my entire being
With a depth of feeling
I had never before come to know.
My words, however, are nothing.
In sharp comparison,
Meager and insignificant.
They have no vision or meaning.
Weak in their naivete,
Lacking in structure and technique.
An exception, there seems to be,
One that lies at your feet.
I write you well.
I am filled with passion and life.
A succor that can never cease.
For there is no end to
The inspiration I receive.
I am no Shakespeare,
But I am in love.
Take Me
Please,
Take me home.
I've been away so long.
Every day,
It becomes
A little harder,
To stand back
And wait
For you to realise
That I left
More than lingering
Memories to keep you warm.
I left my heart,
Warm and beating,
As it lies next to yours.
Not far
From my mind,
'Missing you'
Doesn't cover
The pain of
Not being near.
I've been away so long,
Please come,
And take me home.
Take This Journey With Me
I want to take you into my dreams.
Fly through high clouds,
Across an endless expanse of sea.
Drift in the sultry, sumptuous water,
Gazing up at horizon to horizon
Of glittering stars;
On show just for you and me.
Drive along country roads with me,
To see quaint country villages.
Treat you to a traditional cream tea.
Show you the wonder of a picnic
Sitting under an old willow tree
With a breeze ruffling its leaves
Surrounded by a field of budding flowers.
I need to show you these places, and more.
Dreams and fantasies. Even reality.
I'd take you everywhere I go,
Tucked safely away inside my heart.
Texas And Louisiana
Dangling from the house key
Is the state of Texas.
Houston highlighted
By a sheriff's star.
Purchased at the airport,
Waiting to board the plane home.
In my purse
Rests a Louisiana quarter,
Hidden away in a secret pocket.
I picked it up amongst
The change he left
On the kitchen counter,
In his old apartment,
Veterans Blvd, Metairie, La.
It was a fair exchange.
I switched it for another of mine.
One day, it'll dangle
From a chain around my neck.
Texas and Louisiana.
Token reminders I carry around,
Not that I need them.
I think of you every day.
But I take them with me.
To remind me of where I have been,
And to whom I'm going to.
The Benefits Of A Single Bed
"What are they?"
I hear you cry!
Now this, I'm afraid,
Will only apply
To those who are single,
Bereft without a nightly companion.
The fellow pet
Shall not suffice.
Nor a favoured pillow,
Or the treasured bear.
This is for those
Who are alone,
Who own a bed
Much too big
For just one, alone.
A single bed
May be small,
And can only fit
One bum, on its own.
But this shall suffice
On a lonely night.
Will there be
An empty space,
With no warmth
Coming from its place?
You'll have no needs
To compensate.
Instead, just breathe
At your own pace.
And when it all
Becomes too much,
You can give in
To the rush.
For there is no shame
In this place.
These are the benefits
Of the single bed.
The Joker's Rhyming Fool
What do you do
When your heart chooses for you?
Says oh, yes, he's the one,
And you become undone.
Its not a game or a whim,
I can't get over him.
His every touch or word
A double-edged sword.
Giving me wonder and joy,
Crying, I'm over here, land a-hoy!
But at the same time, he maims
Takes away my rhyme in one perfected aim.
Like an empty bar stool,
I know I'm the joker's fool.
I've tried to keep it cool,
Neither one of us is fooled.
We're fighting temptation,
Our tender touch sparks senstation.
If we could step out,
Keep it like a boxer's bout.
Stay in our own rexpective corners,
The ocean a border.
Maybe if we stop talking,
Bar the memories when I'm walking.
Ignore the clock that's ticking,
My heart that takes the kicking.
Take up the habit of drinking,
Pretend that I'm not sinking.
"What if" I should no longer be thinking,
And when the tears come, start blinking.
Neither one of us is fooled,
Unable to have kept it cooled.
Happy and miserable,
It's become unbearable.
It's my heart he's keeping,
But he leaves me to stand weeping.
This Voice
This voice could sell sex.
Raw and husky,
Creamed with a charming
And decadent English accent.
This voice could turn a man's head,
His body to putty,
If a word ended on an
Unexpectedly long throaty moan.
This voice could all but purr
When its mistress's body
Is touched and encouraged
In all the right ways.
This voice could make a man beg
With its delicious whimpers
Promising pleasure he has never known,
Seduce him into surrendering his body.
This voice holds all the keys
To this woman's powers.
A shame that her physical presence
Couldn't hold a man's eyes.
To Another Year
Here's to another year.
Only, I know you better, now.
Probably more than I should.
Certainly, the knowledge does not
Ease my peace of mind.
You haunt my dreams.
Not that I'm complaining,
The bad ones have ceased to exist.
No longer do they come to
Tease and torment at night.
I go to sleep in the memory of
Arms holding me safe and sound.
My hands might itch to feel
And stroke warm skin I adore.
But never have I found such a haven before.
I wonder, as I write this,
If there is any point,
In my revealing all of
These secret thoughts to you.
Would it change your mind?
Could you, then, tell me
Where I'm suppose to stand?
Here, to the left, under
The heading known as 'friend.'
Or am I something 'more?'
I've let too much time pass.
I should have asked you
All my questions sooner.
Only, I didn't know how.
So, now, does the fault lie with me?
And if you could read my mind,
Answer all of those niggling questions
That I have hoarded and collected
In the middle of too many lonely nights.
What would change?
Do you even miss me?
Maybe not in the way
I seem to be missing you,
But, do you?
Was the bed just too big once I left?
Have you taken to sleeping
On the couch once more?
I count the blessings of the single bed.
There's no excess space to fill.
It's still achingly lonely, though.
When will I see you again?
I wanted to ask you that as soon
As I touched down on English soil.
You asked me if I would come back,
And I will,
But you never told me when.
So, satisfy my curiousity,
When?
And would we be picking up
From where we had to leave it?
The truth is,
I didn't come back the same.
I can't place how, when, where you changed me.
You just did.
I possess faith for myself, confidence.
So, here's to another year.
I want you to have many more.
Full of the things you believe
That you don't entirely deserve,
But I do.
Unsent Telegram
For all the world to see,
This woman has moved on.
A new chapter has begun,
A new man has entered her life.
For all appearances,
She adores this renewal.
Savours every moment shared.
Revels in each intimate release.
But in the dark corners of her mind,
She still seeks out another.
Silent, her calls for him go unheeded.
Accepting that he’ll never stop to hear them.
Today is different.
Today is about parting company.
She knows that life is not
Meant to be lived in such a way.
Armed with that decision,
She takes a deep breath,
For courage, for strength.
To see with the clear clarity of her mind.
Sitting at her desk,
She prepares her final farewell.
Not in the form of a letter,
Something more, sentimental and romantic.
Scattered about all over the floor
Are crumpled pieces of paper.
Failed attempts that weren’t her.
Here’s what she chose to say:
“Dearest Love.
Stop.
I do not know what to say.
Stop.
Too much time has passed.
Stop.
I must find a way of letting you go.
Stop.
But I do not know how.
Stop.
My heart still beats for you.
Stop.
For too long, it belonged to you.
Stop.
An unwanted gift, it was in your possession.
Stop.
Perhaps that’s the way its meant to be.
Stop.
This is my final confession,
Stop.
For your eyes only.
Stop.
A way for me to say goodbye,
Stop.
To you, to what could have been,
Stop.
Knowing that the love I have
Stop.
Will be in bloom all of my days.
Stop.
Signed, as always, your girl. ”
To this day,
It lies in the top drawer.
Hidden under lock and key.
The unsent telegram lingers on.
Yearning,
Wanting to be sent.
To be read, and for love,
No longer imprisoned,
Finally released.
Waiting/Embraced
I'm waiting for sleep.
It's there, calling for me,
At the edge of my mind.
I know where it will lead me,
Straight back on the road to you.
Where memories seduce, set out
To enchant my dreams,
Wiping away lingering traces
Of what had come to pass.
To take me beyond,
Further than I had ever imagined.
To where magic breathes,
Crystal lights dance in the air.
Having travelled to realms and lands
Only lovers have been blessed to know,
Welcomed fully into the arms of the Embraced.
With A Bow
What do you see
When you look at me?
The abundance of curves,
Coupled with long legs,
A bosom that's more than a handful?
Do you yearn to run your hands
Over the softness of my skin,
Perhaps kiss the hollow
At the base of my neck?
With a flick of your tongue,
Its taste will linger on your senses.
Do you want to tangle your fingers
Into the tresses of hair,
Gripping it so that I'm forced
To meet the concentration of your gaze?
See into my eyes,
Maybe you'll realise that all of this
Is simply packaging.
Look in to my eyes,
The green of emeralds found long ago.
You'll see more to this body.
There's a soul included,
Gift wrapped with a bow,
For you to savour. |
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