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.

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Drifting words

Waves of words

drift across the room

as we sit quietly

listening for clues

amidst the shuffling feet

leading up the passage.

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?

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

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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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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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Attendre pour le signal

They gather

looking expectantly
waiting for their call,

already in movement

fine feathers adorn,

their crowns bejewelled

sit delicately.

Silently

their patient eyes

glance motionlessly,

fine boned arms
attend to the moment,

outstretched around

anticipation.

Transient,

a signal begins

prancing elegantly,

harmonic union

building to applause,

the dancers move
in expectation.

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She lights the path ahead

 A cool breeze brushes my skin

as clouds drift aimlessly by,

lovers kissing on a bench

sprout green leaves against the sky.

I long for something, unsure what

exactly draws me to desire,

a light I know ahead of me,

a path to which my heart aspires.

An old friend walks beside me

uttering a comforting word,

one by one in the street we pass

girls all dressed to strike a chord.

In his company I feel secure

as he gently laughs, as we talk

my red heart is no longer torn

by the desire we pass as we walk.

Oh, to find her! She’s not there

I must admit, not meant to be,

though my search will not be in vain

desire’s longing contained, I’ll see

her light brightly my path ahead,

certain that she won’t be let down,

even if I’m meant to wander

and accept my fate without a frown.

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Entwined in the World

Entwined in the world,

cocooned in your heart

we travel together,

while the city drones

one hand touches another.

Stillness and laughter

toing and froing,

we roll as we cuddle

stopping and starting

the silence is broken,  we laugh.

Exhausted we sleep,

hearts unite as one

as loving arms lightly

touch each other,

a magpie chorales

as the sun slowly rises.

Fan Me

Original painting by Samantha Thompson

Red lips entrance me

held back, face looking on

eyes speaking to me coolly,

the smooth curve of her neck

beckons me, and I stand still

as she passes by me waiting.

Gingerly around me

she moves, red wine lips

avoid me through dark eyes,

I am drawn to her slender

arms, fanned in her stillness

as she passes by me waiting.

<<Come to me>>,  she whispers

softly, embrace me now

bedazzled by her fans,

her beauty withholds me

against the darkness of desire;

<<Fan me>> said  softly <<with a                               kiss>>.

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I kiss your kiss

original work by 2010, Samantha Thompson

Your eyes

softly looking

ask me,

touch my lips,

my hair

wants to run

through your fingers.

Soft frown

lips poised to touch,

my fingers,

your shoulders

neck their way

up, your chin

gently touches.

I am

drawn to touch you,

nothingness

draws me closer,

I resist,

futile to,

I succumb

and kiss your kiss.

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the city hums as a backdrop to my heart, beating.

Pigeons softly cooing perch on fences
leaves rustling the outstretched limbs,
the gently warming sun touches, my skin
thinks of her hand, my heart, sitting there
I look at her face, lines aged with grace,
and want to touch her soft hair, falling
Skin to be kissed, gently I feel the city
hum as a backdrop to my heart's beating.


Clouds break open, a caressing breeze
warmly feels for my skin, soft as silk
an  aeroplane descends, across sunlight
skies, she smiles at me, yes, she says
as some birds chorale, fly to and fro
a raincheck, my shoulders steel in fear
on a sunny day, the cat laps the waters
of the fish pond hoping, fish swim by.


I long to touch, when two souls meet
the softest silk drapes over me, whisp
of wind falls away as grey skies open
and bathe me in the light of her eyes
charcoaled, looking at me, laughing,
smiling, I long to see her hand resting
again, being drawn to kiss, whet lipped.


To be at one with her,  sheer delight
to feel her hair run through my fingers
and her fingers feel through my hair,
silence, looking into darkened eyes
at me, unspoken words drop quietly
loud enough to be heard, as the city
hums as a backdrop to my heart, beating

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