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Natasha Houston Poem
My elusive Valentine didn’t visit once again
Day in and day out, heart wide open, taking strain
Candles, hearts, chocolates, poetry and prose
Another year, alone, forlorn, the absence of a rose
Messages of love and admiration stream to my phone
Waiting with baited breath, I need his heart, his alone
Smiling, hiding, masking the tears
It’s just an ordinary day, I say, it quells my fears
Red, red, the colour of love
It bombards me, in my face, like an aggressive shove
Eyes tightly shut, memories flood
Consistency is key, presence and love I need as much as the body needs blood
Elusive Valentine, you have another chance to appear
Same time, same date, next and every year
Copyright © Natasha Houston | Year Posted 2016
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Natasha Houston Poem
Like an unassuming lion,
He paced around my camp,
And I, oblivious to his scent,
Peacefully, I slept.
This stately beast, with a bellowing roar,
Made his presence felt,
I gingerly marveled at his majestic mane,
Consumed by his intoxicating presence.
Like a sleeping beauty, I arose from my slumber,
He awakened all my senses,
The beast was inside me, overpowering every emotion,
Giving rise to the dormant, the dead, the lifeless, inside my very core.
So I drank from his fountain,
Hung on every word, from his lyrical tongue.
I swam in his pool of dreams; I ate from his sumptuous banquet.
He was the Spring of my Summer.
And as swiftly as a tornado, he wreaked havoc within my chaos,
He ignited my fire,
He handed me the keys to Pandora’s Box,
And expeditiously he retreated.
The waft in the air, still wreaks of his fragrance,
My mouth ravenous, salivating at the thought of his taste,
My heart forlorn and as arid as a desert,
It yearns for the Spring of my Summer.
Copyright © Natasha Houston | Year Posted 2016
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