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In the dark, I came alive
I found my way
~into the light
Camouflage in lace, my skin glisten,
Towards the wind, I listen!
Skin of envy and gold,
My limbs suddenly unfold,
Gracefully I follow the air,
I found myself without a care,
Every moment, every feeling felt erotically insane,
Seductively, the night whispers my name,
A freedom flight
~into the night.
My breast, not of a little girl
Beyond the hazels, into another world
My life until this point had been a riddle
My fingers slither, a play without a fiddle
Circles with motion,
Vibrations and self-soothing lotion,
I touch my self gently,
Thinking of you relentlessly,
The night echoes a whimpering sound,
I want to see, and embrace the secrets inside me,
I squeeze the damp enigma charcoal sheets-
Moaning and moaning, repeatedly.
Tucking my silk pillows, groping my knees,
I rub my lids slowly, satisfactorily complete,
Falling back into the realm of counting sheep.
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The night sky awakens from a long days slumber
peers with its eyes down upon us large in number.
The moon is like an orchestra full with every instrument playing.
A falling star sings "Candle In the Wind" on its descent swaying
like a faintly whispered lullaby of Columba drawing me in.
Our lips lock in a singular motion, surrenders, skin on skin.
Our love is stellar, the magnificence of a galaxy, a flood
of blessed light pure, entangles us in each others blood.
I find solace in your touch, but how it leaves me faint
still, brave like Orion I engage you without restraint.
Naked, raw in the aura of the midnight's luster
we undulate to the rhythm of stars in a cluster.
Marvel the milky way, its multitudes of constellations.
Roll in the heavens with its infinitudes of sensations.
The exhilaration of zero gravity our movements free
we explore the vast regions of this cosmic black sea.
Together we surf an evening of carnal pleasures
in these moments discover all the worlds treasures.
Falling into the freedom, with stardust in our hair,
A feeling so intense, that no education could prepare.
With every stroke of the skies nightly portrait of perfection,
Inspirational kisses, under the microscope, intricate inspection.
This power of passion caressing ever second of our being,
In your eyes it is beyond forever that I am seeing.
Written in the stars, the midnight sky writes our history,
Embrace the power of perfection, we are covered in mystery.
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if my love for you was any greater
the trees would line up in poetic forms
...awe you in sonnets written...
...part...to allow winds to cool your face...
to trace it with natures hand.
all the oxygen that covers all the waters rise,
supercharge the breath of my emotion.
mountains would melt, shed their peaks like tears of joy.
even the arid deserts serve up fruits,
their prickly pears peeled on a platter.
sunset would pause and sunrise hurry...
...exist in a paradox to herald your presence.
petals would climb their stems
regroup to bloom again.
emerge as glorious fairies
for all children to adore.
the skies would willingly
shape, etch, paint,
frame my exuberance.
the planet would swell,
the galaxies expand.
in the endless depth
of my singular love
i hold you dear,
safely contain you
in my impish smile,
Sponsor: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
Contest Name: Your Most Romantic Poem of 2014
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Written in The Stars
Two hearts bleached by the sun
A poem's - fallen wish
Of A Life Time
Majestic beams fall from heavens medow
Two hearts sewn by the constellation
Under the moons glow
You and I
Staring up into the Starry Sky
Tonight we sit under the dazzling diamond dust
Our eyes feel and meet tonight
Stars twinkle a poem of each paired heart
Listen................... The God's Whisper!
What Is Love?
A wish so gentle by the stars
Greeting young couples heart
Poor but, in love
Mockeries of old shadow
Light embracing this Auspicious moment
Intrigued by a sad lovers tale
Two souls forever rich-
Sharing eternity through celestial bliss
Gravitating in a world owned by the stars
Unfortunate turn of events,
Romeo & Juliet
Collapsing stars rising with a hymn
From the moment they fell
Only to reveal how beautiful--
-- the stars in the dark
Ever so wealthy, around Orion's Belt
Taking notes of every rhyme, every heartbeat
Stars fall every eve entering the atmosphere
Seeping through the soul making love a part of light
Illusion of permanence
Fireflies Flaring up
A love that lives last longer than moments
Zodiac unfolds the lines
The stars tell you, who you are
Gaze upon the infinity
Follow the Northern star
Beneath your peaceful splendor
They will bow
The evening star,
"My Star Of Love"
Like glitter dust upon a timeless shore
Never will the memory of love be gone
Look up at the stars,
For some where out there
I read about YOU in a poem.
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Your magnolia tree
filters the afternoon sun—
I carved our names in its trunk
Those beloved flowers
impregnate the sudden breeze—
You are miles away from here
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My dress is made of fine peach coloured* lace
Hair is in ringlets, which frames my pretty face
The lights in the room cast a romantic glow
My first ever ball; I must go with the flow
The orchestra strikes up a wonderful tune
Ladies and gentlemen glide round the room
I stand on the sidelines I am oh so very shy
Then a dashing young man catches my eye
I smile at him, then I coyly avert my eyes
I find him so handsome; that I cannot disguise
He reaches tenderly for my awaiting hand
We move to the dance floor; oh it is so grand
His arm wrapped around my tiny waist
We dance to the music, there is no haste
So full of excitement at the hope of romance
I float round the room at my very first dance
At the end of the dance he bows down low
My heart is aflutter I hope this does not show
He leads me gently to the side of the room
Sweet roses enchant us, we smell their perfume
Time flies by so fast and we dance all night
He looks in my green eyes and to my delight
Whispers so gently those words I long to hear
You simply are the belle of the ball my dear
He reaches out gently and kisses my hand
My first ever ball has been oh so grand
Sadly now it is time for me to depart
I bid adieu to the man who has stolen my heart
*English spelling used
Contest: Ballroom Delights
Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst
~awarded 1st place~
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Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling
down your forehead.
I was following it's trail
without listening to you.
Your words couldn't touch me
like the raindrops falling outside.
The trail of that raindrop
uncovers some secrets for me,
your eyes were bluer
than I thought and your
I discovered a beauty spot
below your left ear lobe.
Today,I know about all your
But still now in a rainy day
I want to walk with you
under the same umbrella.
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sheets of silver water
spill incessantly into the lake
beauty before our eyes
beckons us to bathe in radiance
lost in froth
we find ourselves engulfed
by nature’s pulse, shimmering delight
lost in love
my heart is pounding too
falling with the water - into you
Written Oct. 30, 2014
for the SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE Contest of nette onclaud
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Just as the moon
rises each night
and even as snow
is caressed by its light,
then glowing, I'll rise,
becoming your dawn,
your curved sleeping form
to smile upon.
With eyes like bright stars,
I then will embrace
the landscape of you,
each small line on your face.
And surely you’ll mirror
my worshiping glow,
for I am your moon
and you are my snow.
I’ll keep shining down
with each breath you take.
May I blaze in your dreams
before you awake.
And barely I’ll whisper,
“Keep sleeping, my dear.”
Your faithful beloved,
I’ll always be here.
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My love, the world is ours,
its reflective sapphire oceans,
its turquoise pine tree forests,
its topaz colored days,
its moonstone lit evenings.
My love, I'm certain it's us.
The amethyst citrine painted sunset
called our names right from its onset.
You are my never ending wide open sky
with a red orange coral moon up high.
So radiant is your glow, a sparkle in flight
how you shine - a spectrum of colors like light
through a crystal clear white garnet.
Your hair like flowing strands of pearls, crests
lightly to sit brightly on your opal shaded breasts
with their dark red inviting rubies set.
Your emerald green stare gentle with its powers
like diamond brilliant rays during sun showers.
Your divine allure
so true and pure
oft blinds me
and when I see
I see only you
like the jade dew
covers the morning lawn
on a sardonyx dawn.
You are the gem drives my joyous life,
the precious stone keeps my dreams alive.
You are indeed a jewel rare,
"who" I ask "could compare?"
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
Contest Name: Precious Stones and Gems
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he enters the room
coyly she tugs her skirt
just a bit
enough to reveal her shapely legs
tossing back her golden tresses
she shakes her head
just a bit
hoping to attract his eyes
tiny shift of the derriere
she takes long, gentle strides
just a bit
has he seen her yet?
bending to reveal cleavage
she winks as she pours champagne
just a bit
a taste of ambrosia from a vixen
“Sometimes less is more,”
she says in a deep, sensual tone
“Just a bit,
I saved the best for you.”
in the mirror she sees his eyes
they follow her
just a bit
before he saunters to her side
he kisses her hand
warm and soft
just a bit
camouflaged emotions become clearer
other partygoers stay inside
he coaxes her with flashing green eyes
just a bit
as he leads her to the lakeside pavilion
a vision in the moon’s soft light
she moves closer
just a bit
and whispers demurely in his ear
“Your place or mine?”
just a bit
"Should we call the babysitter?"
*Written October 6, 2014 for Justin's Heart of Seduction challenge
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erased for publishing
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Whilst I gaze so warmly in your eyes my dearest,
I see deeply your pure angelic soul of love
Reflecting like a radiant flight of a dove,
Charting its flight on so high emotions purest!
Our spirits ascend high in the sky so clearest
To the very boundaries of Heaven my love,
Where the power of brightness is God’s best above.
Your look of precious love is always mine dearest!
When we kiss so passionately our lips so melt,
As we caress warmly emotions are so felt!
Why we do this darling defines our love so dear,
As counts the worth of angels’ blessings to be here!
How we love each other so matters on God’s Earth,
Your look of so precious love exceeds all gold’s worth!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, December 05, 2014
(Petrarchan Sonnet poetic format in Iambic Hexameter)
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My view on seduction,
is that what you're asking me?
my thoughts on loving a woman,
that's what you want to know?
Have you ever seen the image of a woman
in the ocean while walking along the beach?
You know how the shape is all there but void of definition.
You know how the shape is sort of broken,
how the lines are not distinct.
I wonder if that is what we men
have done to women,
they who we treasure most.
How often do they have to hide as a replica
in order to protect our egos.
To take a back seat because we have a need
to drive the car to be in control.
So if we don't allow them to be whole...
but you know what else,
what if they are perfectly defined
the fault is in how we view them.
What if that is them
we have no role,
no blame to assume.
What if that is exactly the way they want it to remain,
shadows of different intensities.
What if they want to be a series of reflections.
What if the ripples in the water are of their making.
I want to hold a woman.
Hold her completely defined.
learn more about her everyday
because I hold her like a book I'm reading.
I will tell you this
I don't have a need to know everything.
If she wants a locked room
that she has the only key to,
that makes sense to me.
Still I want her heart, her laugh, her tears
I want the feel of her flesh and I want her defined.
I want to see her not just her likeness.
I want her smile
I want all the expressions of her face.
So you're walking along the beach.
The relationship is new
for the most part
you are with her facsimile
but if you look down
you can see her feet,
not just her impression.
I can build from that.
She is steady
she is with me.
You want my view on seduction?
You have to accept
a basketful of contradictions,
you have to read the book
accept there will be constant re-writes
you have to at least see her feet from day one.
If you want to make it to the top
you have to start at the bottom
there are some great stops
on the way up.
love between two people
You wouldn't treat your career lightly.
Get it right.
Make sure she leaves footsteps along the beach.
That is how you seduce a woman...
...listen to her
...be interested in her career
...her wants, her needs
...don't talk a good game
Sponsor Justin Bordner
Contest Name The Heart Of Seduction
I understand this is a extremely different view
of seduction and might not fit what Justin
is looking for. This is his contest and I wholeheartedly
respect that. For my taste this poem is very seductive.
In it I share what I believe it takes to seduce a woman.
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The powder of white sand holds her flesh
close to his musk pelvis
as she gasps with the murmured waves
trembling on the coast
of a fragrant mouth against a manly tongue,
and they lay on hidden grass
in an old Ipanema cove
where rippling strokes fondle
the east and north of her sylph-like
curves: amidst the liquid Brazilian dusk,
her flowing hair sinks from the lapping
of crest in rhythmic grinds;
tanned fingers exploring
a soft canal of a nymph's heightened pleasure…
by the sea- bend, he pulls her creamy thighs
like a driftwood sailing
afloat upon each quivered abandon
while they melt under balmy trees…
without the need to speak.
Justin Border's Make Love To Me In That Ancient Place
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one with the music
a vestibule for magic
love fills the night air
Let my aura deep red spill onto the page,
I an instrument in the name of poetic rage,
Into a voice deep and vibrating,
with words feathered and lulling.
We are love...
nothing and everything.
With you in the serenity of nothing
that my love is everything.
scampers a bright moon
gifts liquid life a lit view
watch them rendezvous
i wrote you a star covered night
built you a sun with a dimmer light
i turned it down warm and low
called it a moon, made it glow
i rhymed you an early morning hush
so quiet you could hear a person blush
i sketched a fully carpeted globe
dressed it in a thick soft robe
i painted it in greens, blues and a palette full
your own flower garden with no weeds to pull
i sung some words, some harmonized notes
strummed you a new world, one that floats
...a pyramid each and every word, romance...
my true love
it will make you
light headed but free.
Space is that way, you know
but you'll adjust. A small price
to pay these days for liberty.
A chance to live in a world of ours,
just us together and lives of all kinds.
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oh how i love the color red
red is love and love is red.
i painted a moment
used a palate with every shade of red,
that is the color of our love,
all and more is our love.
used a palate of reds
painted a moment
and with depth of color
i captured you.
i never spilled a drop,
they all served me well.
moments are not easy to create.
how precious they are,
difficult to inhale fully
but even strained
i would always take you
the fullness of you
i would never spill a drop.
i'm all in.
my creation takes form
stands and walks,
not a drop
do i spill.
when you offer gifts
they need to be special
they need to be - well thought out.
oh! how well thought out you are.
oh! what moments we have shared.
so kind to us,
the time we've spent.
if a philosophy teacher,
if one asked me,
"what's it all about"
i would say
i would ace that test.
nothing exists in its full majestic glory
until i experience it with you.
i would lift the sun every morn
draw it down every eve
illuminate the sky fantastic.
a lover's night
under the moon,
part the clouds
if like curtains
they blocked our view,
if like a wall
they blocked our light.
my moment painted
my hand nowhere to be seen
it was you guided this piece.
you and me my love
surrounded in red
against a red background
and not a detail unclear.
our hands holding.
our lips touching.
you are my breath
the beat of my heart
neatly painted in red,
it is us,
our love is red
and every tone
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Yes I can still see her...
through rose colored glasses,
She is gorgeous.
I remember saying...
or at least thinking out loud
...You take my breath away,
She was a perfect site to behold; I am sure men literally
fell like pins at the alley, as she entered a room
...and yet she was gentle,
unaffected by her physical beauty,
she had so much love in her heart.
Naked our needs locked.
I can't remember ever having
felt anything or anyone so soft.
Her skin against mine I was at the foot of the horizon.
Her blue eyes true cleansed my sins.
Her hair flowed like a sheet of fine black sand,
like a tapestry made from a beach ebony in color.
Trapped in love I pulled her to me by her thick dark mane,
blanketed her pear shaped breasts.
Her lips seared mine as we shared a small Scape of air.
She punished me over and over again with her lingering touch.
Does ecstasy ever end if you play it over and over
in the annals of your memories like a looped tape.
Her lips were my lips my tongue was her tongue,
no space separated us.
I have touched the first day of spring,
tasted the first snowflake of winter.
heard the leaves change color on an autumn day,
I have even witnessed summer remove her golden robe,
watched it fall to her feet and stared as she stood in all her glory.
I have done all of that
but when she spread her wings
when she held me,
my life stopped beating,
and for just an infinitesimal moment of time
I was free. Free in the rapture of the moment.
We sunk into one another and danced a tango of infinite sex.
Nothing mattered anymore, she had tore out my heart,
fed it to me and it tasted like the ambrosia of kings.
The gates had opened, the angels had fled,
and I wandered through a mass of sexual satisfaction.
My mind was in a tailspin of romantic imagery.
Her voice swept me back to consciousness
as a single tear rolled down her cheek
and fell on to her smile.
We were both silky wet
and sported the scent of fresh dew in the morning.
We whispered, as our words
tip toed through the air like a majestic overture.
We were drenched in one another,
young and in lust.
I have no memory of when she finally left.
It must of been hours or was it days,
the freedom of unconscious love knows no time.
I had explored every crevice of her body,
we had feasted on one another,
no parts left untouched.
I thought it would never end I'm not sure it ever did.
She was an unframed masterpiece
I do know I thanked the Angel of Fire out loud.
I'm sure as I did, even though she was no longer
there she answered.
She had left, me unbound from the packaging
that had enslaved me.
It was her gift to me.
A gift, I store
...in the deepest regions of my passion.
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you don’t know what you’re doing to me
how i feel when you come near me
happens to me
you don’t know what happens to me
right next to me
when you're standing right next to me
all of me
you on me
i'm always me
when your with me
your scent is me
your touch fills me
you live inside me
you are the best me
so please trust me
always be with me
i couldn't go back to the old me
i couldn't stand you not loving me!
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How sweet the soothing songs of May
Reposed upon the fragrant breeze
The comely songs were Seagulls play
On the lulling trembling seas.
That dissolved the traces of your feet
That lingered in the distant sands
While the sultry beams unite to meet
The carnal rosebuds of your hands.
That blush in light the morning spray
Descending warmly in your eyes
Who knew the light of love this day
Would lift me up to a new sunrise.
Yet in the sunless fleeting hour
I would hold you in my smile
Or steal a kiss from you my flower
In this languid scented isle.
That quivers in the blue distance
When tender birds are fast asleep
When blazing stars of night entrance
The lonely fountains glistening deep.
I would hear your whispers by the sea
On the soothing waves of night
Its mellowed voice would comfort me
When the winds would take to flight.
To the starry distance and empty spaces
That holds the night sky of your hair
On hallowed streets and sleepless faces
It blows the Eastern dews most fair.
And on the enchanted blossom rare
That I'd finally pluck in spring
To bow and give to you my dear
With this golden diamond ring.
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The wraiths were ringing dead wrought bells
while closely passed the shady shapes
of woods in dusk, where red indwells
communion made from ghostly grapes.
He ran amidst the winds and passed
across the side where grapevines grew,
it was her presence that amassed
small leaves and droplets of fog's dew.
Inside the winds' lone strings accord,
his Bell full-face, was dropped along
the streamlets and horizon's board,
untamed his scopes, they don't belong.
The Astral Chords! He knew this debt;
the skies demand and kill and draw,
the darkened paths his thought beget,
rose thorny droplets on his brow.
Persephone shall be his wed,
subsiding dew the mist regales,
the stringing roar that reaches red,
his greatest bride resigns his trails.
Shall be the threading of winds' howls,
her plea arises from the shades,
homecoming queen from astral halls,
he harks the northern swashing blades.
Ablution's her enjoining black
"Enfold me in the rising dawn
enfold your sadness in the dark
with magistral the curtains drawn".
Acute of wounds she heals and mends
the asphalt of the mists awaits
pristine her bridal thorns amends
while passing through the Hades gates.
Three hundred reasons drew the drapes,
three hundred strings of diligence;
The winds regaled the bride's agape,
his celebration to commence.
© 10-14-2013, George Venetopoulos
(Iambic Tetrameter - Epic)
Three Hundred = 300 Kilometers per hour. The final speed a super-bike of 1,000cc engine is able to outreach.
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Inner conflict dissolves under your lunar eclipse
playing across my fingertips and lips
tracing the hoodoo of your hips,
causing me to burn down into cinder-sticks
reborn as a Baton Rouge Phoenix
by the gravitational pull of Jupiter
orbiting in your eyes.
Rising above the ashes,
siphoning-off the swamp,
I collide in a slippery mudslide
of euphoria, until steam blows off
and only spring water remains
raining upon soil sprung apart
by the Trident of Hermes,
exposing for us naked iron
to place into a flame
dancing along liquid-skin language.
The extraction of you being the exception,
leaves behind a hole
to bury our fortresses of tragedy
grappling in our roots;
now broken-apart by our roots,
until the last crumbling stone
sprouts into untainted sheaths -
rigid - yet willing to bend
with the mending currents
of change. Becoming cleaner within,
hanging onto a truth to be found
in the wholesome speck of dirt
longing for my fingertips and lips
to feel the hoodoo in your hips;
a complementary dish of duality
alongside your whispers bleeding
into the blood-waves of my heart
merging with your lunar pulse.
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Opening wings spreading out
one pure beautiful image in beholding
Gracefully embracing inside visions
greeting Mother of pearl shimmering rainbow hues
Her horn sparkling tipped diamond
Under the moonlight silver gleams
Her silhouette reflecting light
Princess wearing golden horse shoes
One mane in softest satin silk
Regally standing mustang wild
Magically colored purest washed from the ocean foam
Cascading hair scenting of burnt honey
Eyes penetrating in baby blue awakening
Her long lush lashes flutter and glisten
Upon her lips last rosebud's dew
Her coat in white like slushy snowflakes
reflecting glass shards of crescent cradles
She roams the fields singing to the prince
it is only love that will finally set her free
from a curse cast on her beauty
by an evil wizard
To be the only winged unicorn
of it's kind in the world
flying into softest cushioned clouds
She dances and sings,then she stills
In distance she listens to the sound of a flute
And there She sees a gorgeous young man
lying on carpets of evergreen
along with his father,and mother the queen
Her melodic voice like that of a jeweled string harp
hypnotised the prince
He ran and ran after pink butterflies which led the way
They took him to her
They glide above them
then to the promising celestial sky
they flew away baby blue
infinite their love.
As if He knew her in another lifetime sweetly
His eyes where glued. Into her own
He knew he loved her and had to hold her
Never to leave him all by himself
regally standing mustang white
His eyes were fixed into hers...
To her he went with joyful tears
His lips brushed smoothly her every fears
As then he whispered behind her ears
You are a unicorn and I'm a man
but with no other my.heart will share
I ll make you mine if you say yes
The first winged unicorn as a princess
Then he kissed her upon her neck
and a strong wind just pushed him back
From a white horse. ,fair lady She
had now won over her destiny
The prince's lips removed the curse
Now she is his ,as he is hers
Overflowing his heart
in sweeping golden joy
forever on deep sands
living always together
in everlasting happiness
written by Liam and Charmaine
a fun write dear friend
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I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love.
It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible
because it was incredible for me.
If "tall, dark, and handsome" had a face, it belonged to one who walked
into the store I worked at nightly all alone. He brought with him a smile just for me -
beautiful, magical, seducing. Were he music, he'd have been the warmest song
to ever touch my soul. Perhaps it was the moon, lunacy-inducing, that made me crave
his visits more and more, for he'd come each night into the store,
his ritual to tease me with his glances; then stand in line with just one purchase,
engaging me with words deliciously belying that he spoke my native tongue.
Did he know I fairly worshiped him?
And where was Aphrodite to let her dear Adonis wander free?
I learned eventually he was staying with a brother and soon would be returning to Quebec.
I do not know, but I can now infer the moon waxed full by the time he asked me out,
for I had waxed complete in my audacity. Knowing it was his last night in town,
I closed the store up early and fled with my Prince Charming.
The stuff of poetry that night transpired. . .
fodder for the several poems of romance I've since penned.
Sitting in his car in front of my own house, late at night, into the early morning. . .
The way he gazed into my eyes, teaching me of butterfly kisses
and his breathing his sweet breath along my ear lobes,
the way our fingers interlaced, the way he caressed the small of my back. . .
He taught me how small things
can be just as sensuous as that act of love that virgins do not know,
and he branded me with a yearning for a sweet romantic love I'd never felt so strongly,
nor would I ever know again as wonderfully as I was shown that night,
for others in my life I've kissed, yet barely missed.
My dream love wrote me postcards from Quebec. Then it all died out.
I married. A few years passed; then I got a call from him, completely unexpected!
Somehow he'd tracked me down to my new home. I took the call,
as I held my firstborn baby daughter in one arm.
Heart in my throat, I told him it was nice to hear from him, but I was married now.
So though I'll never know what "may have been," I'm still left with the memory
I chose to make with him that one day of my life, my very best,
because for just one night, I was Cinderella. A prince still holds my slipper,
and infinite romance lives on inside my poems.
Poem | |
I shall meet thee in the summer of thy heart,
where we once walked head to each
elegant upon the world....
And had not a care but for little winds of love
winking there in the dreams of trees,
laying upon me to so delicately,
tickle with your autumn hair,
always so soup-scented you
Touch me where I had not known
the ease of such wonder in your eyes,
splendor only for a great king ----
but I a hopeless romantic muse,
with little empty pockets blessed
with thy precious petal,
am richer than any lord!
I shall wait for thee in our golden glade,
the heart which flows the waterfall....
by the dawn of your sweet embrace,
in the summer of thy heart,
I shall wait....