Look at me

Look at me,
don’t just see
my eyes that see you,
but beyond, into my soul
where I desperately need you.

Look at me,
see my lips
that long to kiss you,
taste your essence, your all
the sweet, the bitter, all you.

Look at me,
at my face,
and know that its true,
that in my heart is a hole
that’s a fit for only you.

 


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Longing, missing…

I’ve missed you…

I’ve sat upon our seat,
alone amidst the sands;
eyes cast to the horizon,
towards distant lands…

I’ve missed you…

My heart beats the same,
yet it is missing a part;
I felt so much better
being close to your heart…

I’ve missed you…

Your smile, your touch,
the essence of your nearness;
without your words in my
ear, I am now much less…

I’ve missed you…

Your idiosyncrasies,
your easy way of “being”,
the way you touched my heart
and changed my way of seeing…

I miss you!





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Upon my shoulder
her head rests,
the wind teases
her hair;
Her scent calms me,
takes me away
from the world
and it’s cares.

The warmth of her arms
around me,
comforts and
soothes;
True love is found
in wisdom,
not in youth.

Our bodies close,
beneath the moon,
her soft light,
a beacon;
Two hearts, one love
a lifetime
to reckon.

 


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Bathed…

I have been working on a poem temporarily titled “Moonlight”, it is not complete, and might never be, but today I saw a painting by Ar Vhee that inspired this little piece (not related to her beautiful poem in the same post):

 


Seated upon the windowsill,
thoughts adrift on the wind
a firefly’s small ember
her heated heart is aching

The gibbous moon plays her song
a sorrowful serenade
her diffused light now softens
a lover’s fading tirade.

Legs bathed by the windowed light
rested from their running,
the forest scent upon her hair
fresh, washed by the wind.

A downcast face, shadowed and still,
a tear upon her cheek;
cry not my Love, I’m here
the future need not look bleak.


Her post was titled Mystifying Sonata Of Her Heart.

 

 


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Inked

More than him, you’ll never need
although you may want…
“X” marks the spot on his heart
inked permanently there…
marked for you, forevermore
impossible to remove…
always there for you,
never wavering…
only you… only you.

 


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