Wednesday, December 15, 2010

If only she...

Original Work by Samantha Thompson
If only she would come to me,
listen to my heart beat for her
touching me, touching her gently
I’m sure she would turn to me,
her eyes aside in modesty
letting me kiss her, rose red cheek
my hand had first brushed softly.

If only she would open her arms,
move to embrace me bodily
embracing her, softly with charm
I’m sure she would tenderly
reveal eyes to me, as one soul
we move together, lip to lip
my body and hers would fold.

If only she would meet half way,
in her charming embrace mould
me to her, so I may to her say
what needs to be said and hold
her in return, melded in unity
love each other, eye to eye
enter that realm that is eternity.

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Tuesday, December 14, 2010

An Invisible Horizon

Your hair hangs freely
there to touch, I want
to feel you feeling me,
so as to be with you
together, as one
united in time, touching
your touch I touch me,
to look into your eyes
looking at me as I am,
my soul before yours
naked and exposed,
to smell your sweetness
savouring mine, bodies…

In a gentle dance, coming
and going as they please,
a rondel to an inner music
beyond comprehension,
on an invisible horizon
set in the imagination,
gently kissing softness
your cheek softens words
whispered, reflecting
a soft murmur to each other
je t’aime, Ich Liebe dich,
like a love transported
another land awaits;
I love you…
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as you dance before me.

In the shadow of night
you roll over me, mistily
raising an open palm
to every word of love.
I fall away bodily, hurt
questions are answered
in this dance of love
that we engage in.

I pick myself up, dusted
again I’m drawn to you,
the kindness that speaks
your hair held back, eyes
talk to me of darkness
begin again this dance,
I love you, man doesn’t
say such things to woman.

I hide amidst the faces
crowded in their silence,
seeing you there I want
to touch your soft cheek
and cook rice for you,
tacos for the children;
I step back, in solitude
your raised hand weeps.

My heart opens, rings
to the sound of names,
I echo yours, so sweet
you know longer care
I cry salt tears, words
light my smile with joy
and you spin, eyes sparkle
as you dance before me.
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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Your sweet arms.

Warm threads of light
call me ever closer,
bathed in golden rays
the birds’ song proclaims
a coming time of hope,
springing forever on
towards the light of love
deep within my soul,
lost somewhere beyond
my heart all quiet,
I see you there
before me, beckoning
me with your sweet arms.

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The Fallen Leaves of Summer.

The sun
falls behind trees,
poking in and out
as the train glides forth
on its way to nowhere,

A warm breeze
rustles my skin,
green with leaves
my heart, stops
the tracks pumping.

At ease
nothing disturbs me,
while I seek
nothing comforts me,
my roots are set.

A goat
climbs and poses
above me, wind
cascades, over my face
a rocky outcrop.

I think
she is out of reach
for today, I sit
quietly, my mind slows
rushing thoughts subside,

the sun
falls behind trees,
showing its golden face,
tracks click and clack
over nothing, silence.

My heart
wants to bleed green,
for the fallen leaves
dropped in the heat
of the coming summer.

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Friday, December 10, 2010

Take my heart, my love.

My heart
is torn between longing,
a soft touch, a glance:
Where are you my love?

I feel
as though I’ve been cast,
the four winds, the stars:
Are you here my love?

on the cobalt blue sea,
the red blood, desire:
Will you come my love?

the search I continue,
never knowing, looking:
Are you her my love?

A child
dries a tear on my cheek,
saltry desire, fluid:
Take my heart, my love.

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The Path Ahead

Even though the path ahead is lit
by the scattered stars, I am blinded
forever to search, without knowing
whether I am lost or found, Lord
please fill me with your light, so that
the veil of darkness may be lifted,
and I may see clearly the way ahead
following the path of angels,
                                   loving to the end.
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Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Fan Me II

Rain falls, rustling leaves
my bare skin touching
midnight, as I walk
remembering those eyes
cast aside as if to tempt,
your lips smiling before me.

I walk on through streets
darkened, empty and wet
the soft sound of feet
on the pavement glistens
heading home to see you,
there silently before me.

I look, and you move
those rose red lips pouting
temptingly, asking
that I embrace you
in the darkness, I see
you there smiling before me.

You vanish before
my eyes, disappear
in the pitter patter
                                                of the rain, falling down
                                                I pray to the wind,
                                                fan me with your kiss.

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Saturday, December 4, 2010

I listen.

Eyes dancing,
lips talking,
a face so full
tells me of your day,
I listen,
following each move
that your face makes.
Your hands waving,
I want to take you
In my arms,
kiss you in a silence
that speaks a thousand words.

I ask you
for a coffee,
tells me of tomorrow,
I listen,
following each move
a number you give
me, face beaming
stilled by your stillness
In my arms,
kiss you in a silence
that speaks a thousand words.

You have gone
to your home,
look at the city
lights and the skyline,
I listen,
following your soul
to a silent movie,
I see you as I
wait for my train,
In my arms,
kiss you in a silence
that speaks a thousand words.

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Friday, December 3, 2010

Let me whisper

She sits flicking
through the pages
for someone to call,
a connection by chance
may answer.

She stares ahead
wired for silence,
freckled shoulders
lead to slender fingers,
listening and watching
for a name.

She sits so still
in the underground
for her train to come,
each picture pauses
a gentle breeze.

Look at me, tonight
forget your mirror,
please let me whisper
how perfect your hair
is, clipped and tied back.
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I sing to you my love.

A word
carefully spoken,
the silence between
spaced to perfection,
can raise a heart beat
far away, over seas
and blue mountains,
I sing to you my love.

Your lips,
I feel you touch me,
my voice is broken
as each word isolated,
excites blood to flow
far away, over seas
and blue mountains,
I sing to you my love.

I spoke for too long
didn’t mean to hurt,
carefully placing
gaps to cushion love,
now she loves me
or rather, says she does.

A word
carefully spoken,
the silence between
spaced to perfection,
can raise a heart beat
far away, over seas
and blue mountains,
I sing to you my love.
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leave me be here
free me
from this suffering.

your sugared words
lead me
along a lonely path.

free of you
                  my love,
sing me
no more angelic songs.

leave me be here
                  right now,
Let me
savour life’s sweetness
                        in peace…

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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Drifting words

Waves of words
drift across the room
as we sit quietly
listening for clues
amidst the shuffling feet
leading up the passage.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Biting her lip.

Black eyes through darkened brows
look at reddened cheeks, lighten
your smile talking sweetly, glowingly
in undulating tones, your mother listens
as you bite your lip, more beauty
can not be known, I have eyes to see
the sweet aroma of your perfume
touches, tasting the saltiness of your skin.

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Love, when will you come?

when will you come
and hold me in your arms?
When love has filled your heart
and the world has left you empty.

Why wait till then
to take and kiss me sweetly?
When you mind has emptied
your heart will be full of love for me.

when will the strings,
of the past be loosened?
Heart strings like gossamer
will dissolve when you choose to live.

with this torment
tempted without you love to show?
My love is there for you
already in your heart, take me.

All I see is light;
why keep me waiting in the night?
The night is long, so too the day
In one brief moment I am with you.

come to me now
while my longing for you desires.
I have already come to you
always there in your heart, kiss me

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Kiss you in the night...

Soft hands touch
eyes blue as the sky
ruffle your blonde hair,
a pain deep inside
that rises and subsides,
let me touch your lips
and kiss you in the night.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

My Reflection

Why do you look at me so,
I’m tired and my work is through?
What more can you ask of me,
Now that all is said and done?
I’ve danced my last pirouette,
My Reflection: by Samantha Thompson
shown myself to all and sundry,
that’s all I have. And when
the gift that I’ve been graced with
has been weathered by mother time,
and each quill of my feather
has fallen to the ground,
will you still look at me so,
Wanting to cup my warm breast
and dream of suckling her milk.

You’d deny to me point blank
that you’d ever think this way,
magically beyond desire
you stare at me quite rudely,
wanting to overcome me
after all that I’ve done, you
want to take me! And then
like a babe at my nipple
you’ll look at me, call me babe
as you look into my eyes.
Still, you’ll not see me looking
or smell the drink on your breath.
Please go now, leave me in peace,
I’m finished now for the night. 

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Monday, November 22, 2010

My Reflection

My Reflection - Original painting by Samantha Thompson
Paradise mirrored,
tempts me to touch
a tree of knowledge,
I’ll never comprehend.

Her uncertain look,
lips barely touching skin
cup her shapely breasts,
caressing a curved hip.

Dark eyes echo a look,
kissing in unity
I long to feel her neck,
taste the salt of her skin.

A garter shows restraint,
a feather defends her
vulnerable to impress,
nothing comes between us.

Off you go, sweet woman,
fear no more the boisterous
crowd that calls out for you,
then please return to me
so I may admire your grace.

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Sunday, November 21, 2010

No need for goodbyes

Grey clouds blanket blue skies above
the warm winds feather leaves, flowers
blooming, shop doors open and shut
as people come and go, belly protruding
an unshaven old man, young women
dressed for fashion tap on phones, looking

We journey on together toward the sun
hoping beyond hope to be freed from desire
resting peacefully, grey beards and t-shirts
talk while young women chat and aspire
to a higher plane always there below them,
never looking up lest their hearts catch fire.

Freedom is already there for the taking
with nothing to search for, love forsaken
I would sing at your window on a warm
summer’s night, if I didn’t fear that such
beauty was already taken, so I sit by myself
observing my words, hopefully mistaken.

All is within you, you were born to a gift
that your mother sang you sweet lullabies
and cooked those dishes you can’t forget.
Happiness and joy already there, no need
for goodbyes, love fills you heart, spreads
to the world, a touch, dark glancing eyes.

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Saturday, November 20, 2010

A light that shines.

I see her hidden
behind dark glasses,
her radiant smile
walking towards me,
blonde hair says “Hi!
Remember me?
Perhaps we were meant to be
together, we talk over coffee.

Blue eyes radiate
joyfully dancing,
she smiles a whispy
blondeness, freckled arms
hang down, as if
we’d never parted.
A mosaic of recognition I hold
her hand, she gently squeezes.

I ring her that night
and again tomorrow,
wanting to hold her
touch her speckled skin,
follow each crease
from head to toe,
at last a light that shines before
me, I let her go on a promise.

That light I search for
echoes inside me,
in a dream I see her
laying naked, hair
hanging down, sun
spangled shoulders,
still I wander endlessly
in the darkness for that love.

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Friday, November 19, 2010

Attendre pour le signal

They gather
looking expectantly
waiting for their call,
already in movement
fine feathers adorn,
their crowns bejewelled
sit delicately.

their patient eyes
glance motionlessly,
fine boned arms
attend to the moment,
outstretched around

a signal begins
prancing elegantly,
harmonic union
building to applause,
the dancers move
in expectation.
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Sunday, November 14, 2010

I walk onwards ever more...

Dante and Virgil in Hell Dante and Virgil in Hell

For many years I dwelt
in the darkness of my soul,
lit only so that I could see
flashing knives and billiard cues.
I thought this Hell was paradise,
a woman hanging off each arm,
kisses caress a battered heart,
the loneliness of my long night.

Lingering darkness enclosed me,
soon blanking out the caresses
and kisses of those who’d take me,
courage gone and my warmth withdrawn
ever so slowly from my heart,
will to act receding to despair
with only memories to dog
my bitterness, I could not breath.

With all joy drained from my heart
I shivered and shook in darkness ,
my middle years had emptied me
leaving me only with clarity,
stripped bare of all love and hopeless,
I prayed for help and help arrived
restoring faith through charity,
hope melting my frost encrusted soul.

I moved out of that dark, dank cave
onto the mountain slopes, and saw
a flickering light before me.
A guide from ancient times appeared
and told me how he’d, too, been led
by one older still towards that light.
When he told me that this light, so pure,
was Beatrice, I knew his words rang true.

With renewed hope I start my climb,
encouraged on by the old man
towards the promise of paradise
ahead, the light flickering bright
above me as I ascend the rocky slopes
toward the pinnacle, suppliants
all around me , not looking back
to glance at the dark pit behind.

All the way praising He who forgives,
the rising sun that makes birds sing,
nor forgetting the delusion I’d lived
in ignorance, I climb ever forth
at risk of falling back below
to that place that freezes hearts
and saps your blood, taking the breath
away so that one can no longer speak.

At nightfall I recall the path
I’ve taken that day, ensuring
that I am moving ever closer
to that beacon of love above
that some call heaven, Beatrice
leads my way and draws me ever
closer to her, blinded as I am
by the opaque radiance of her face.

The curtains open, each word I speak
is spoken through me, a spirit
far greater than I’ll ever be,
each word given to me in love
lights the way forward for me.
The moon hangs like a gondala
above, her kindness shining down
mistaken for the softness of a kiss.

Soft is her touch against my skin
dried ageing, in the hour reserved
for lovers she silently glides
past me, warming my cold heart
that is torn with longing for her,
she who will one day be my reward
in Paradise, far away from these
rocky slopes and the deep ravines of Hell.

Just like those who passed before me,
my path is lit by Beatrice
so that I may side step obstacles
strewn in my path, falling rocks
and grey precipice foreboding.
I make my way towards the light
that is she who will show me the way
to love, through to my longed for Paradise.

Gustave Doré's illustration to Dante's Inferno... Beatrice am I. Whom did bid thee go?Beatrice, deep down in my soul
far beyond my thoughts and my heart,
I know that one day you will take me
by your hands silkily, and lead me
on those last precarious steps,
and lay with me on a feather bed
sheeted with fine silk and linen,
savouring each other in sweet embrace.

Each honeyed moment we’ll taste
the sweetness of perfumed bodies
entwined in love to He who saves,
relishing in what is no sin
but freely given to us by Him,
to ecstasy we’ll soar, holding
each other in each others’ arms
we’ll be united in everlasting love.
So for you I walk onwards evermore
so that one day we’ll meet in Paradise.

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