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…

Related articles

• Poetic License - December 2010 (morningerection.wordpress.com)
• Blog - Invisibility Cloak Hides Objects Visible To The Naked Eye (technologyreview.com)
• Invisible Light: New Scissor Sisters video (bilerico.com)

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.

Related articles

• Strictly Come Dancing final: Gavin Henson and Scott Maslen miss out (mirror.co.uk)
• Strictly Come Dancing semi-final (guardian.co.uk)
• Reaching Upward, With Body and Soul (nytimes.com)

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.

Related articles

• Gardening week ahead: What to do with fallen leaves - and why (telegraph.co.uk)
• Poems from my poetry class (thenowandthenotyet.blogspot.com)
• The fallen (arthiker.wordpress.com)

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.

Related articles

• Skin self-exam - All Information (umm.edu)
• Enerhealth Botanicals Launches Organic Skin Care Line (prweb.com)
• Mannatech Releases Top Winter Skin Care Tips (eon.businesswire.com)
• 7 Tips for Healthy, Beautiful Skin (greenwala.com)

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.

Related articles

• Fergie Reveals New Blonde Hair (stylelist.com)
• Are Hair Characteristics A Consideration With Hair Replacement Surgery? (hairreplacement.org)
• Black Girls With Freckles = Black Girls (thecandyshoppe.wordpress.com)

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.

Related articles

• Sour cherry soup infused with lemon thyme and vanilla (latartinegourmande.com)
• SAWI: la formation MCMS a démarré! (climbtothestars.org)
• L'apport du Web sémantique à la recherche d'informations (slideshare.net)