Your blue eyes envelop
My brown skin, a desert
Blown away by soft words,
In the wind I feel the sun
Drawn to your lips, a touch
Separates the red moistness,
The paleness of your smile
I kiss, our cheeks brush
Hair running through fingers.
We look across wide blue
Eyes flashing, rasping silence
We sit in peace speechless,
Blinking at gentle brightness
Flowing love veins, a touch
Traces the raised blueness,
The forgiveness of laughter
Knows not, what we do
Grants me my salvation.
At work time shaves edges
Off no-one, standing still
Eyebrows raise departure,
The earth runs to the other
Arms outstretched, a touch
Lends your smile freshness,
The suppleness of a breast
I kiss, brushes my hair
loving me loving you.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
In the light of her soft touch
To touch her
mascaraed eyes, kiss
her gentle lips, softness
runs through fingertips.
Golden hair, blonde
bodies touching, smoothness
breast against my cheek
touching the forest where dreams
are made, her legs dressed up
toes painted, naked for me
to see, just me, she holds herself
all made up so I may bask
in the light of her soft touch,
kissing her hand touching
my cheek warming
to her gentleness...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
A toast
Nothing, froth, blank verse
That no designer will cut,
So far drowns a troupe
Of Sirens now on the path.
We sail, oh my diverse
friends, I’m already astern
Before you cut that pompous
flood of wrath and winters.
Sweetly drunken I pledge
Without fearing the pitching
Barely standing to toast.
Soiltude, reef, star
It’s unimportant what earned
The blank concern of our canvas.
by Stéphane Mallarmé
translated by pdjones.
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
If only she...
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.
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…
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…
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.
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.
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.
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,
as
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.
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?
Drifting
on the cobalt blue sea,
the red blood, desire:
Will you come my love?
Lonely
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.
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?
Drifting
on the cobalt blue sea,
the red blood, desire:
Will you come my love?
Lonely
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.
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Fan Me II
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.
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,
nervosity
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Love, when will you come?
Love,
when will you come
and hold me in your arms?
When love has filled your heart
and the world has left you empty.
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.
Love,
when will the strings,
of the past be loosened?
Heart strings like gossamer
will dissolve when you choose to live.
Live,
with this torment
tempted without you love to show?
My love is there for you
already in your heart, take me.
See,
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.
Love,
come to me now
while my longing for you desires.
I have already come to you
always there in your heart, kiss me
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,
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| 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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