Words become kisses
when lust and love collide.
Category: Love
When love and desire run wild.
Flower o’ Life
The shadows are receding
the dawn is near
Freshness wet and calm
All will be clear
The waiting has begun
calm cool quiet
patiently waiting
to feel the light
The well-being of
a clear silver pond
The sparkle of the dew
and still I wait
Like the silence before dawn
waiting to be filled
with life
with light.
To be touched with caring tenderness
like smooth softness
like water
The slow sensation of twilight
A star in the overpowering
blackness of night.
And slowly the flower o’ life
opens
Full and beautiful
slow and majestic
and I want to touch her.
A Secret Letter
A secret letter
Deep and cunning
Vivacious –
Loud like a prancing tart
wanting my body
Someone desired me!
A Page of Sweet Whispers
Holding her life in front of you.
Against you.
Slow dancing when the notes hit are so perfect in mood.
In feeling.
So perfectly in tune with you,
her and your mind and souls.
Feelings.
The warmth of mind.
Warmth of soul just between us.
Her body moves.
Warm, solid, independant.
Unlike the dreams and wishes of a slow dance
that tease me from time to time.
The fragile hand flat against me.
Her soft face
long hair
The night sky
the stars.
Music.
On…please yes!
Carry on…
It’s Raining
It’s raining 
in the still dark night
as it had
during the soft grey day.
There’s a continuous hush…
as the rain settles on the earth
and she lies close to me.
*
The sweet burden of her head
rests in my arm.
Her cheek
and long bright hair
contrasting softness on my bare skin.
My sweet child’s hand on my chest
soft, sensitive and fragile.
What warmth it gives.
It warms me to the core.
*
I squeeze her slightly.
She stirs
moving closer.
Her breath warms my soul
and my soul sheds a tear
of a single pearl
from my eye
for love.
And in the black night
many tears fall from heaven.
Priorities
Do we always shift our priorities.
I understand I understand and see.
Always shifting the dust.
We need so much love so many tears and lust.
My Innocence
My innocence has condemned me.
The life I want so sacred to me.
Knowledge has made them hate
despise
loath
what we have.
They do not see my child
my innocence.
With no understanding
they cannot comprehend.
So minds twist
in disgust
contort in misleading
misunderstanding.
My innocence
so vulnerable to the shadows
to the dark of night.
I feel hate and it disturbs me
it’s evil and it hurts me.
Aches, hangs and sags my mind.
Distorts me
and my face.
My innocence will always be
will always strangle my understanding
will keep me blind and numb
to their thoughts.
Their sinister ways.
To their all knowing insight they don’t have
for they do not believe.
Best Times
The best times of my life are gone.
Black Friday.
Pick yourself up, pieces.
It’s time to move on.
Black Friday.
*
I lie so very well
What you see aint what you get.
No-one could tell
I have a wounded heart.
I may look fine
they say I look handsome, pretty
but you’re not mine
and I’m not yours anymore.
*
I was always a rebel
My mama says live like society
Well mama do tell
Must I follow a society
that justifies war
that hates all it can’t understand
and so far
it’s killed me and my love.
Where Were You?
The early morning mists
taunts your imagination and memories.
Stare into the grey distance
with intense fascination and silence
Vague shapes and shadows
ghosts from a past
meaningful whispers
words that didn’t last.
*
Where were you
when I was cold and clammy
Where were you
when I didn’t have any
or anyone?
*
Fears stride high
and play in my mind
for fun
I reach out in hope
there’s no-one I find
but you.
With a touch you can heal
vanquish my fears
With your words you console
I can hold back my tears.
Monster.
I hurt
therefore I am
therefore I die.
*
And all the voices all around me
were the voices in my mind.
And all the voices in my mind
rose like smoke from the ground.
Made me weep
turned me blind.
*
And in the stillness of my coma
was the wreck of a broken heart
And in the silence of my eyes
was a sole torn appart
I see love…it swiftly dies.
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Perhaps I’m too naive
I was always innocent.
Love was always loved.
Hate was just resentment.
Perhaps I’m too naive
I was always innocent.
I learned to hate
through other’s contempt.
I lost my innocence
when I learnt what it meant.
*
I hurt
therefore I am
therefore I die.
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I always believed that if I loved someone, I’d be able to freely express my feelings.
People hate and fear what they cannot understand, cannot comprehend.
They call it a monster.
I am a monster but take comfort…I’m still loved.