Abed this angelic night bound by quiescent beauty,
yearned thoughts of whence the birth
of our yester-years proclaiming
loves first scene waltzes
through thy interior
monologue. In great
measure is our
kiss miles away
on the outskirts of
different land. Persuading
life on end to amble
midst ninth cloud holding
hands. Oh how this
as treasures in
favor of thy last name.
Enraptured at moment is
her warmth skin embraced
with mine...(SIGH) Fingers extend,
tracing single by single the tears about thy face...knowing that love at last
came upon its indissoluble place. Thank you God for orchestrating our lives this way.
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With my soul at peace and my thoughts at rest,
standing in this winter wilderness,
I whisper words of heartfelt bliss.
Come with me and walk this path.
Together we tread against the freeze,
and find the warmth of tender grasp.
My devoted being shall forever be,
a place of strength against chilled winds,
a brilliant light only you have seen.
Our lives have met in this quiet space.
Let sky meet land and rivers merge.
Forever, harmony I long to taste.
We have summoned light from darkest days.
Heat returns to melt still ice.
Each day length now brings stronger rays.
The deepest snows cannot hide the facts.
Beneath these layers life holds fast.
Newfound joys spring from bleakest past.
Let's rebuild life from broken dreams,
Where life restarts with each new spring,
the snows will melt to feed fresh streams.
Like this land, my passion runs free.
Walls have come down with earnest words.
My unblinded eyes now see.
I ask for your hand without ounce of gold,
or shiny stones dug from filthy earth.
My eternal love cannot be bought or sold.
Under peaks reborn of volcanic scars,
In night's serene and starkest silence,
I pledge love to outlast the multitude of stars.
Solitude I turn from on this ride.
Today and tomorrow let's walk in stride.
Promise to be my utopian bride.
Tossing and turning
not a wink of
sleep in sight
Visions of her beauty
have me thinking
Churning deep inside
She'd be my bride
She's the sunshine
that falls gently
upon my face
through my window
floating with grace
The stars in the sky
shining so bright
warm hug at night
holding me tight
In just a few hours
all dreams will come true
as I give her that ring
and we both say I do
Staring from the window
on the night before we wed
Thinking of first moments
Inhaling a deep breath
Thinking of that smile
which has captured my heart
Thinking of his tender care
A gentleman from the start
Many years I've waited
Just to watch him sleep
Just to lay beside him
Feel his toes slight-brush
with my feet
All my life I've waited
for our dream to be
At last Im gonna have him
My pearled silk gown is hanging
Tomorrow it would be worn
Before the lord, our eyes meet
the promise would be sworn
From the chapel to the gardens
Our entrance would be grand
The waxen buds will blossom
and our love would be sung
Decades yawn and stretch across the years,
traveling up the stairs, around the chairs
coiling around the door of one small room
that was groomed by the sun of a Saturday afternoon...
Floating on a sea of a hardwood floor
I'm prone, on my back, on a lavender rug
Examining the nail of my left hand thumb
hearing you express, that you aced your class
I had confessed, to missing you more each day
linked only to you, by that ivory phone
and a ring on my finger, that bound our love
and blinded our eyes to the doubt of youth...
Invitations in the mail, and a church on hold
There was a cake on order, and a cold hard world
You were glued to my ear, I was entrapped by a cord
that tugged on the wall, with every word
Light from the yard is scored by the blinds
but, there on the floor, prone on my back,
I'm bound by the cord that tethered our lives
Linked to your voice, where love was wound
Hovering over the sea of cold hardwood,
I had a pillow of shag of a lavender rug
The days stretching short and our vows yet untold
A cord getting stronger, that time would unfold
“I’m not a machine, you know.”
He says huskily
As she places her chocolate tipped breast
Within inches of his lips
She just smiles, breastfeeding him
And leans back and sighs
As he gorges
On creamy chocolate ecstasy
Later, he wonders
About his insatiable wife
Wondering if he can keep up
With her little bedroom games
And trips into fantasy
He lies back in the
Exhaustion of fulfillment
About to close his eyes
When he hears her weeping
Trying to stifle her sobs
Should he pretend he doesn’t hear?
He is so tired
She quiets down
And before sleep claims him
He hears her whisper
“When you make love to me
That’s the only time
The only time….
You really SEE me
For those few moments
I feel that your world revolves around me
That you NEED me
To be fulfilled
The only time
You're the man you used to be
The one dying to possess me
And so I prostitute my love for you…
Hoping in these moments
Before he can respond
And he looks up at the ceiling and wonders
How life has changed him
His other friends complain
About their frigid wives and dull lives
So unlike his
He is fortunate
He remains in bed
Staring at the ceiling
She cries softly on the couch
Feeling broken, used
Just a receptacle for his need
While she remains empty
She fingers her phone
Thinking of the invitation there
A shared cup of coffee
Nothing more, and yet
She reads the real invitation
In the depth of his eyes
When he looks at her
She wipes her tears as she thinks of fidelity and promises…
He walks into the living room
She tries to cover her body
With her red see through lingerie
Her black hair covering her mascara streaked eyes
He kneels down in front of her
Pushing away her hair
His eyes searching hers
And holding them for a moment
Tilting her chin up, his lips cover hers
With a gentle longing
She gasps for breath
Shocked at the tears gathering in his eyes
His voice barely reaches her ears…
“Will you be my wife?”
She tries to draw him to her
But he takes a hold of her outstretched hand
And helps her to her feet
Gently leading her to the bedroom
And night turns to day
As he makes love to his wife
Satiating her soul
Realizing her every fantasy
He says all the things he’s felt, but never said
As he ravishes her…
His woman, his bride, his wife
The mid-morning sun
Caresses her face
And she awakens
To find herself
Where she’s always longed to be…
In her husband's arms
A whirlwind romance, so many feelings…
Dancing around my heart, so thrilling.
I said “I love you” first and felt a little vulnerable…
Finally, he said it too and I felt incredible.
We held hands every night, kissed and whispered…
All about our thoughts and passions, ideas and inspirations.
I began to feel a part of me was missing without him….
And he said he felt the same way I did, fully content with me.
A million words later, past the first of the “I love you’s”….
We began to bring up the bigger questions, the kids and houses.
I told him I would be happy with three and he said one would do…
But slowly we decided on two, the perfect number for a family.
We became so close it felt like I was undressed in his sight…
Even when I was fully clothed and closing in on a fight.
The mutual trust, the bond, the feelings that corresponded…
All a part of the relationship we had grown into something special.
He said, though, that he was sure he didn’t want to marry…
I felt a little like the first girl who had ever been told this detail.
Two months into the relationship, though, he got down on his knee…
Gave me a hopeful look and spoke the words I’d been hoping to hear.
Will you marry me? He said it with a smile into my eyes.
I looked back and responded quickly,… “yes” …
This would be the beginning of a long and lasting love…
A true joy, hope and faithful love that had been sent from above.
Will You Marry Me? - Poetry Contest
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The portrait of marriage a
Made from hundreds of pieces,
Large and small but all of the
A masterful way for the desired outcome
The completion of the portrayal of
A relationship, a life to last
No one has ever been blessed all
Pieces to amass
To perfection the given portrait to
Always some parts will be missing or
Not the desired ones would be in the
The portrait never gets done to
The artist’s complete satisfaction
A good artist has to keep in mind the
Should never be missed from any mosaic
Of the sort:
Trust escorted by honesty
Selfishness coupled with admiration
Sensuality tied with affection
Love united with devotion
The X factor, that the majority never
Under consideration takes:
Without it, all efforts will sooner or later,
© Demetrios Trifiatis
08 OCTOBER 2014
Yesterday sent its regards in a farewell
A gesture of fate intact, sealed for the
Or better yet, the progressive harmonies
of God, such as we are.
It was perhaps the plot of the universe,
When we slept in yesterday’s hands,
And I asked you the question of
In hopes of fading away mutually, after one
Heaven must have spied on my everlasting
Because with your pearl vision directed
And your soft veil of ebony near me,
You agreed, with no hold of hesitation.
So under the chapel’s protection is where
we coast now,
And a road less traveled is scattered with
While I did lead with company, along this aisle
The stares of 1000 miles did not present themselves,
Until your walk was introduced, thereby polishing
this floor into glory.
As I stood in the patience of joy, a distance was
illustrated between us,
You pressed forward and this negative space lost
As you approached with the tranquil touch of
My nerves fell sober, and I knew that which was
parallel before me was art,
The speechless beauty, I favored in sight.
The preacher spoke a traditional verse, as our
eyes locked in perfect reflection;
Declared through spoken word, was the
confirmation of our ribbon in the sky,
Crowned upon your precious finger was the
weight of symbolism,
Silently glowing through the everglades;
With no restriction, we explored the middle
ground in unison.
We exited through the heart of the sun, cherishing
the unfamiliar heat;
It appears that life’s divine notary has signed off
on the greatest equation ever solved,
May our souls forever write in this blessed ink.
I once vacationed in the company of silence,
It was an unconscious scene bestowed upon
Although I had a calling that answered my
A myth of joy existed outside this career,
I was left drowning in limbo, without an
But there was a witness, who studied my trail
And without apprehension, she helped to resurrect the
the location of destiny;
Allow me to reminisce on such.
For it was in a previous portrait, that I encountered
a dozen roses;
Of these that I held, there were none that exceeded
a brief touch,
A momentary scent that never returns;
Now understand with this expression, it is not a
boast I intend to create,
For I was seeking that gentle grip, in hopes of it never
I continued a cold failure, never realizing the warmth of
victory that smiled ahead.
I settled on the peak of solitude, as my faith passed
away in obscurity,
And yet, beyond these frozen eyes, there existed a
narration of fate, waiting for my company;
For you see kids, I’ve walked past the casual frame
of your mother,
And misplaced my sight, I’ve missed her spirit by
And when there was a vision of opportunity, my space
was occupied with trivial games.
Then one day, I discovered a possession that linked
heaven and earth forever,
An umbrella your mother left abandoned;
And yet, it was through her innocent misfortune,
That I discovered her abstract songs, played upon
by the perfect key,
Her heart that sits in prosperity, from the charity of
A collection of beauty, your mother gracefully
By the time we crossed into cupid’s lair, I knew
already, the verses of duality were written true,
And with that, the perfect stranger discarded her
Leading Renee into popularity;
Hello became the endless quote, we spoiled into
As the task of life left this page briefly open,
I responded with a mutual exit, confirming these
lips of joy,
And with revelations of challenge forever slayed,
I peacefully fell, forever breathless.
Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
This is a poem about the future I'd love to have with the boy of my dreams.
None of this has actually happened yet (besides us falling in love with eachother) but it's how I would like it to happen.
Once upon a time, I became the luckiest girl in the world. I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes, and he actually loved me back. He was like my prince, he treated me like his princess and would do anything for me. Today, we're united as King and Queen. It's been years, but walking down the aisle I'm still staring at the cutest, most perfect guy I've ever seen. When our lips finally meet after parting to say "I do", it tastes like Heaven.
Once upon a time, I married a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. And today, I saw those perfect blue eyes light up when he first held our little girl in his arms. She's got her Daddy's blue eyes and just a little bit of her Momma's brown hair. She's going to be spoiled and loved more than possible. She'll know we support her no matter what, and she can tell us everything. It will be perfect.
Once upon a time, one set of blue eyes became two, and we were made into a family. Now, that second pair of blue eyes is walking out the door to college, with a suitcase in one hand and a boy's hand in the other. He better love her and treat her just as well as her Daddy does.
Once upon a time, I fell in love with a gorgeous boy with blue eyes. His hair has dulled and grayed but his eyes are the same, and they've seen a lifetime's worth of happiness and love. My baby had babies with the boy she walked out the door with, and I can tell she loves them as much as we loved her. Now it's her time to live.
" one piece of diamond ring,"
leads to a milestone journey.
Written by: AiyaH De Torres
Entry for :Just Ten Words Poetry Contest by nette onclaud
** 6th place Winner**
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
i sit here thinking about the days.
remembering the time we first met.
i was crying in the rain,
feeling the water and the pain.
until you came, and wiped my tears away.
you were like an angel in disguise,
you never ever fail to make me smile,
you were a stranger in my world,
but you made me realize my worth
when you touch my hand
i know that you understand.
I feel so safe whenever i'm with you,
the way you hug me tight when i feel blue.
you are just like a dream come true.
i wouldn't need anyone else but you.
and from now on i offer you my heart..
so i thank you for coming into my life,
for bringing the sunshine and making me feel alive.
you made my life complete,
baby, you're all i need
you are my missing piece.
PS:wrote this 2 years ago. i had this poem hidden and reserved for Mr. Right. :-)
Right now I respect your needs
I respect your wishes
Even though they stab
Like shards of shattered glass
Shrapnel puncturing my heart
Uneven in my thoughts
Unable to think due to a lack
A lack of function in which
My mundane self became accustomed
Expecting your love
Which right now I realize was
Disrespecting your love
Which is my life
Regardless of decisions made
Which is my life
Because of decisions made
You will be my wife until my dying day
I will fight for my life
I will go round after round
Take beating and punishment
Just for my life
Which, right now and always has been
I really need you to know
Your love Is my life
The only life I really care to know
And right now
I feel my life, your love,
Is dying slow
Lady, with blossom buds in thy hair....
how fortuitous for me the day is sweeter
in the shade of your presence;
what tall stock thy stem, and flowered
your bulb of precious petals,
crimson as the weeping rose....
Longing thy eyes, and bright with hope
so quickly we became friends,
laughed 'til after hours,
deciding the fate of the world,
holding hands in some cozy little cafe....
quick blush smiles,
the patter of rain....
two inflamed hearts....
But she wants to know what he wants....
(he does not know) but has grown
lost in her eyes, and her 'gentile' smile
(he wanted her to be happy)....)
To adore her a little more,
before she would leave and find Prince Charming....
But she said she was an ordinary woman,
with ordinary needs....
a flower among many, waiting
for her little bumblebee;
He must take her pollen just so,
and have none other in his flight....
and rest so buzzing upon her feminine delights,
and crawl gently into her heart
the leap of a King....
what a Queen to find ----
And educate the dark of his mind,
she so easily (wonderfully)
so displayed in the simplicity of a cafe,
That her one flower among numerous found,
what a fate in the midst of romantic bloom....
but I had flown no more (with broken wing)
though buzzing, rested upon her soul
(and poised an answer of a man with ordinary needs)
(I, a little bumblebee....)
The wedlock rose!
If our marriages are made in heavens, why are they broken in this world?
If we tie the knot for life, why so soon nothing is left to be said or heard?
You made me feel like the brightest star, now I'm under the darkest clouds!
My wedding dress with your dying love will be buried in divorce's shrouds!
I think I haven't changed, I am the same charming lady you loved so mad!
You tell me I'm not who you thought I was, how all good in me turned bad?
With you I were dwelling in the skies, in a galaxy of stars with the full moon!
Your change of hearts had me crestfallen, sending me down to this lagoon!
Holding the bouquet of fresh red roses you gave me bending on your knees!
Dropping their petals into water, I'm sending 'em on their separation journeys!
But once they are not the part of the flower, they'll lose their bloom and wither!
Just like we both are now lifeless statues, not the lively souls the way we were!
If only everyone who walks the aisle remembers that the wedlock is like a rose!
With so much fragrance, color and beauty, why'd a few thorns slit sacred vows?
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Every little girl needs her daddy
to love her with gentlemanly charm.
To hold her tightly when she is afraid and keep her safe from harm.
Daddy have you ever wondered whose holding us now.
From pigtails and bubblegum,
to lipstick and high heels;
Daddy whose going to be their to hold our hand.
To help us mend our broken heart,
teach us that true love is real.
Daddy you never stop to wonder the day
you walked out on mom was the day you abandon us too.
Now as we grow older whose going to teach us to dance in the living room,
Whose going to see us twirl.
Whose going to bid us goodnight
And tell us everything is going to be alright.
Daddy your actions were selfish your desires divide our home
Now daddy you no longer belong to us alone.
You forgot along the way that there is no love that equals that of daddy's Little Girls.
Daddy you once said you prayed
But along the way I think you forgot to ask God
To guard your heart and protect your family from your selfish wayward ways.
The day you married mom
The day you created us
You forgot you made a promise
To stand with us for better for worse
You promise to love us and watch us grow
Dad you failed us
You replaced us for ashes and clay
We were meant to be daddy's little girl's.
I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.
You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.
We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.
When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.
Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.
You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.
Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies
I want to here with me through the night
My heart yearns into your soul
Burning as if newly lit coal
I bravely submerg the embers
That the time I have can be spent with you
And I remember each kiss every moment
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember
So what happened was a chance for your love
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss
I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss
I lay silient in an umber
The first time I glimpsed your beautiful smile,
I couldn’t believe you were real, my ideal!
Your beauty captured my attention and soul ,
I could sense it immediately, you make me whole.
Now the distance between us and every moment apart,
is so painful and sad, it blackens my heart.
For you, my heart longs, your gentle, kind touch,
Your smiles, your pure love, its all just too much,
For my lonely sad soul to be far apart,
I crave you, I need you, you are my sweetheart!
Now that you have come into my black and white world,
Color abounds, and rainbows unfurled.
A new joy in my heart, for love once again I am filled,
A new hope, a new faith, happiness re-instilled.
You are my true joy, and hope for forever,
Im thankful for you and Im glad were together.
My wife and I were virgins very young and Nieve when we met
And our honeymoon was one I still can't forget
I came across a sex manual very cheap in a second hand book shop
Because me and my new wife didn't know what to do
We thought we'd buy it and might learn a trick or two
That night champagne on ice candles and rose petal bed
There was only one thing I thought in my head
She took a shower
For about half an hour
And the room wafted with sweet perfume
She looked so beautiful stood by the door
As all her clothes fell to the floor
What a sweet delight
On our long awaited wedding night
We both got into bed
She looked into my eyes longingly
Lets read the book and find out what to do she said
With a low soft voice get it read.
Well we read the book
Hold your partner tight kiss her passionately through the night
Well there must have been a few pages missing no wonder it was cheap
Because the second and last page said
Roll over and say ''that was wonderful darling and light a cigarette''
Then go to sleep in your bed.
Well we were disappointed
Is that it?
A couple of things didn't fit.
It took us ages with a new sex Manuel we read every night
We finally got there and did it right.
Ooh la la.....
Peter Dome copyright.2014. July.
Butterfly spreads it's wings
on flower bloom
on summer meadow
in the month of June.
The rush of these days, when so much is on our mind.
It's hard to stop and take a minute to unwind.
Everything we do is for this one goal,
once that's done we can sit and console.
When the pressure is highest and the time is short,
we can look to each other for love and support.
Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
And in the lengthening light the tender green steals up
Through the retreating ice and snow
As the lands rise fresh and free from the deathlike sleep again,
To play the full young mother dressed out in life itself,
Strolling through the warming, waxing sun.
Growth and generation give the lie
To the empty time so short before
Everything renewed proclaims its exoneration from stasis
And beauty runs riot, freed from its long waiting
To declare its immortality again.
And for he and she love grows anew
In the hopes reborn in the spring's thaw
The heart's slow healing gathers force with the blooming
As they pull the threads of their lives back together,
Sewing them closer with trust and forgiveness,
Going on again in the thousand-odd ways
That make a single life of two.
Love trumpets again its smug triumph
Through the wakening world,
For it too is one of the old, strong forces,
The one that holds together what would fain break itself apart
To its own rack and ruin;
The ultimate surgeon,
Healing with slow steely cuts
Cauterizing the strangely sweet wells of pain
With unquenchable fire
Fell in love
The time passed
Three decades already
They grew up
Now we alone
Much older, much wiser
The bodily beauty vanished
Hair got gray, then turned white
Some pounds were added
When I look at you, my love,
And think of what we have been through:
My heart finds you more beautiful than
You were my companion
You never left my side, no matter what
You shared everything with me, good or bad
You were the reason that my life’s trip was
You were the reason that all my dreams came
You the reason that my heart was filled with
You the reason that my soul’s eyes have seen
The real beauty of life:
© Demetrios Trifiatis
21 SEPTEMBER 2014
Those kisses from behind
when I cooking supper
make me feel so wonderful
It is like being a newly wed
you taste wonderful
mixed with sauteed vegetables
Like you love a dab of onion behind my ear
those little bites you feed me
and then I share could make the blind see
And although I have kissed those lips a million times
it is not enough for me
I pray to be doing this with long white hair
on into our destiny
I just feel like being silly. I am going through the most wonderful
time with my husband of 26 years. He has become Romeo and
I have become putty in his hands. So be looking for cliched lovey dovey junk. hehehe
~Heart opens, Legs close~
If only 'lover' of nowadays could actualize
What real love is and not that type they play second fiddle to.
If they could stand on their toes to solve relationship puzzles
By being rational in their approach (to it).
Then they would have found out
The true meaning of love
And would as well be able to
Distinguish it between its counterfeit.
Real love is true love.
With love at first sight
You can love more than once
And be heartbroken on several occasions.
Love is not sex and Sex is not love.
You can have sex and not necessarily be in love.
You can be in love and not necessarily engage in sex.
Using sex to manipulate a man will eventually fail,
Cos a man may hate you and still have sex with you.
It is self deception to think that
Giving man sex will make him love you.
True love will never force you to engage in sex.
A man who doesn't love you,
Will not change his mind because of sex.
True love comes from the heart and is often unimaginable and unexplained.
If man tells you to prove your love by having sex with him,
You should know he is only using you as (may be one of) his toy.
And if he is attracted to you because of his titillating figure,
Sooner or later, 'better sex' will take him away from you.
Submitting yourself to him as his sex slave is a great mistake and an act of foolishness.
True love will never shame or degrade you.
If a man truly loves you, he will understand your feelings and will listen to you.
He will respect and stand by you.
He won't want you to get hurt
And he will be ready to hold back his sexual desire
Until that holy night.
For: Russell Sivey's "Enlightenment, hope and harmony" Contest.
23rd March, 2013
Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.
Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.
Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.
Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him
Condemned to go on without her,
Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale
In a language without words.
And something breaks
In that moment when she gently folds
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.
Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
And waters run clear beneath the snow.