I like to listen
when the wind talks
because I feel
that secrets
are carried
in the breeze
but sometimes
it’s too hard to hear
with all the madness
surrounding
the day.
Send your wishes
into the sunshine
on the tail off
a warm,
eastbound breeze
I will put
my ear to the skies
and send a sign
if your words
capture me.
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Loving Artist
You have painted
desire
so beautifully
on my skin.
Your fingertips
making lovely brushes.
Tools to share truth.
Emotion easily spreads
in colors and starbursts.
Fluid lovingly glows.
My body is a palette.
Your canvas.
To mix
and to blend
with what you feel
and where you have been.
Your experiences
and your love for me,
written gently on my skin.
You paint landscapes
against my mountains…
breathless and captivating.
Longing
to be hiked
by your skillful hands
and ardent tongue.
In the dips of my valleys
and rhythmic pulse
of my natural stream
you quake and peak.
Your deep brown eyes,
both lustful spectators
loving participants
in the art
that you carefully create.
The cool shade of my shadow
always offering
a soft mound
upon which you rest
your weary head.
desire
so beautifully
on my skin.
Your fingertips
making lovely brushes.
Tools to share truth.
Emotion easily spreads
in colors and starbursts.
Fluid lovingly glows.
My body is a palette.
Your canvas.
To mix
and to blend
with what you feel
and where you have been.
Your experiences
and your love for me,
written gently on my skin.
You paint landscapes
against my mountains…
breathless and captivating.
Longing
to be hiked
by your skillful hands
and ardent tongue.
In the dips of my valleys
and rhythmic pulse
of my natural stream
you quake and peak.
Your deep brown eyes,
both lustful spectators
loving participants
in the art
that you carefully create.
The cool shade of my shadow
always offering
a soft mound
upon which you rest
your weary head.
(February 1, 2012)
Just a Touch
Your skin
is further from my reach
than ever before
yet here I am
with arms outstretched
trying so desperately
to grasp what is left
with a feverish urgency.
I know
that if I can just
brush my fingertips
against the surface
of your barriers
I can surely reach your core
and make you fall in love
with me again.
(January 31, 2012)
is further from my reach
than ever before
yet here I am
with arms outstretched
trying so desperately
to grasp what is left
with a feverish urgency.
I know
that if I can just
brush my fingertips
against the surface
of your barriers
I can surely reach your core
and make you fall in love
with me again.
(January 31, 2012)
Free Fall
You take me
to the edge of reason
and push me over
where I hang
like a dense fog
on a crisp, fall morning.
I would wear a parachute,
but I was hoping your arms
would save me from the darkness
and depths reaching out from below.
(January 31, 2012)
to the edge of reason
and push me over
where I hang
like a dense fog
on a crisp, fall morning.
I would wear a parachute,
but I was hoping your arms
would save me from the darkness
and depths reaching out from below.
(January 31, 2012)
All Of You
Is it a crime
to no longer want
to hide
behind these lies
and shallow covers
of discretion?
Am I wrong
to want more
of you…
all
of you?
Is it shameful
that
I don’t want to share?
You
carry my heart,
so delicate
and warm,
in the palm
of your hands,
and where you go
my heart goes.
But sometimes…
sometimes,
you are gone
for too long
and you (and my heart)
are too far,
from where I lay
my bones.
(January 26, 2012)
to no longer want
to hide
behind these lies
and shallow covers
of discretion?
Am I wrong
to want more
of you…
all
of you?
Is it shameful
that
I don’t want to share?
You
carry my heart,
so delicate
and warm,
in the palm
of your hands,
and where you go
my heart goes.
But sometimes…
sometimes,
you are gone
for too long
and you (and my heart)
are too far,
from where I lay
my bones.
(January 26, 2012)
That Faint Feeling
I can feel you
slipping
(between) the cracks
of my fingers.
The sound of
your breath
gets f a i n t e r
………the further away
that you get.
And your scent
L
i
n
g
e
r
s
so much lighter
(than ever before).
I can feel it
in my heart of hearts…
-and in the pit-
of my very soul.
You are on your way
… … . . out the door.
(January 25, 2012)
slipping
(between) the cracks
of my fingers.
The sound of
your breath
gets f a i n t e r
………the further away
that you get.
And your scent
L
i
n
g
e
r
s
so much lighter
(than ever before).
I can feel it
in my heart of hearts…
-and in the pit-
of my very soul.
You are on your way
… … . . out the door.
(January 25, 2012)
Wishes
I wish upon every star
in the night sky
that you will
one day,
near or far,
be only mine.
I’m not ashamed
to admit
that I search the horoscopes
daily
and weekly
for a sign
that my wishes will come true.
Whenever the clock
strikes 11:11
I wish for only you.
When stray lashes
fall upon my cheeks,
it is your heart
that my heart seeks.
And the visions
in my dreams,
it’s true,
are only visions
of a happily ever after
with you.
(January 24, 2012)
in the night sky
that you will
one day,
near or far,
be only mine.
I’m not ashamed
to admit
that I search the horoscopes
daily
and weekly
for a sign
that my wishes will come true.
Whenever the clock
strikes 11:11
I wish for only you.
When stray lashes
fall upon my cheeks,
it is your heart
that my heart seeks.
And the visions
in my dreams,
it’s true,
are only visions
of a happily ever after
with you.
(January 24, 2012)
Summer Nights are For Love
The first time we kissed
I felt my future shift
It was a summer night, you see.
I love summer nights.
Just before Independence Day
and during the summer
of my independence.
The beer was flowing
like a warm breeze,
and the conversation, easy.
Laughter filled
each and every hollow,
almost as if it were on draft,
and our pints overflowed
with flirtation.
The music,
providing a soundtrack
that unbeknownst to us
would always
bring us back to that night.
You had this look,
a little rough around the edges
and to anyone else,
you may have been intimidating at first,
but your eyes,
they told me different.
They whispered to me
that you were kind.
It would be
the first night of many
that we were two in a crowd
but really,
the only people there.
Later, a moonlight walk
found us in a private park
where I would swing like
a schoolgirl on recess
and your eyes would sparkle
with pleasure, while you watched.
The bridge in that park
still holds a piece of my heart
and I shall never pass it
without remembering
the moment
your lips touched mine.
That summer night,
the first time we kissed,
I felt my future shift.
(January 20, 2012)
I felt my future shift
It was a summer night, you see.
I love summer nights.
Just before Independence Day
and during the summer
of my independence.
The beer was flowing
like a warm breeze,
and the conversation, easy.
Laughter filled
each and every hollow,
almost as if it were on draft,
and our pints overflowed
with flirtation.
The music,
providing a soundtrack
that unbeknownst to us
would always
bring us back to that night.
You had this look,
a little rough around the edges
and to anyone else,
you may have been intimidating at first,
but your eyes,
they told me different.
They whispered to me
that you were kind.
It would be
the first night of many
that we were two in a crowd
but really,
the only people there.
Later, a moonlight walk
found us in a private park
where I would swing like
a schoolgirl on recess
and your eyes would sparkle
with pleasure, while you watched.
The bridge in that park
still holds a piece of my heart
and I shall never pass it
without remembering
the moment
your lips touched mine.
That summer night,
the first time we kissed,
I felt my future shift.
(January 20, 2012)
Paper Cranes
A thousand paper cranes
flew through my dreams last night.
flew through my dreams last night.
Words,
fervently scripted,
on delicate washi sheets
inscribed in ebony,
(ink darker than the midnight sky)
and folded,
carefully,
by the tiny hands of the unknown
then thrown,
into the atmosphere,
like heartfelt messages tossed to sea.
fervently scripted,
on delicate washi sheets
inscribed in ebony,
(ink darker than the midnight sky)
and folded,
carefully,
by the tiny hands of the unknown
then thrown,
into the atmosphere,
like heartfelt messages tossed to sea.
They carried with them
hushed secrets
of forlorn lovers
separated
by miles
or circumstance,
wishes,
whispered into their wings,
by children,
that dare to dream
and to create
fairy tales,
in their minds,
and wisdom,
of those that have carried
the tremendous weight
of knowledge
on their shoulders
across this vast earth.
hushed secrets
of forlorn lovers
separated
by miles
or circumstance,
wishes,
whispered into their wings,
by children,
that dare to dream
and to create
fairy tales,
in their minds,
and wisdom,
of those that have carried
the tremendous weight
of knowledge
on their shoulders
across this vast earth.
They beckoned to me,
like paper lanterns,
glowing in the wind,
to reach out and gather
their delicately crafted bodies
and unfold
that which was cast to the breeze,
in hopes,
of being harnessed
by the universe.
like paper lanterns,
glowing in the wind,
to reach out and gather
their delicately crafted bodies
and unfold
that which was cast to the breeze,
in hopes,
of being harnessed
by the universe.
I closed my eyes
and wished,
upon all the stars in the heavens,
that I may
reach out and cage
the bird inscribed by only you.
and wished,
upon all the stars in the heavens,
that I may
reach out and cage
the bird inscribed by only you.
I longed to hear it sing
the loving notes
of your sweet lullaby to me.
Your words,
written on it’s wings.
I want to tattoo my skin
in a million words of love,
(your words)
(your love)
and bleed only ink.
the loving notes
of your sweet lullaby to me.
Your words,
written on it’s wings.
I want to tattoo my skin
in a million words of love,
(your words)
(your love)
and bleed only ink.
But when I reached for them,
they came to life
and flew,
towards the horizon
on paper wings
powered,
by the lungs of creation.
they came to life
and flew,
towards the horizon
on paper wings
powered,
by the lungs of creation.
(January 20, 2012)
Necessity
This aching feeling
In the pit of my soul
The spikes
That have grown
Around my heart
This insane need
To drink you
In when you are near
And to never let you go
To breathe in
Every part of you
That I can
To swallow your essence
In mighty gulps
Lest a drop run free
From my grip
These feelings,
I fear
Are the beginning
Of the end
And I think
You feel it too.
I want your fingerprints
Forever
Embedded in my bones.
(January 18, 2012)
In the pit of my soul
The spikes
That have grown
Around my heart
This insane need
To drink you
In when you are near
And to never let you go
To breathe in
Every part of you
That I can
To swallow your essence
In mighty gulps
Lest a drop run free
From my grip
These feelings,
I fear
Are the beginning
Of the end
And I think
You feel it too.
I want your fingerprints
Forever
Embedded in my bones.
(January 18, 2012)
Something To Hold
Though wishes are a wondrous treat,
I dare you to lay before my feet
something that I may hold.
For stars,
they may go out
and wishes seldom come true,
but for those that love a story told
a fairy tale may do.
Some prefer the tangible,
something a little more manageable,
…maybe even you.
(January 13, 2012)
I dare you to lay before my feet
something that I may hold.
For stars,
they may go out
and wishes seldom come true,
but for those that love a story told
a fairy tale may do.
Some prefer the tangible,
something a little more manageable,
…maybe even you.
(January 13, 2012)
Home
Wrapped tightly in love
Our hearts beating together
Your arms feel like home
(December 27, 2011)
When We Kiss
Galaxies form and
the ground quakes beneath our feet
when our lips collide.
(December 23, 2011)
Falling Softly
falling
softly.
surrendering.
to the warmth
between our bodies
entwined in passion
touching each other
inside and out
our souls
d
a
n
c
i
n
g
together
to the rhythm
of our love
breathless
and
stolen
moments hidden
between moments
in time.
(December 23, 2011)
softly.
surrendering.
to the warmth
between our bodies
entwined in passion
touching each other
inside and out
our souls
d
a
n
c
i
n
g
together
to the rhythm
of our love
breathless
and
stolen
moments hidden
between moments
in time.
(December 23, 2011)
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