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When Ice Melts

He was standing in the stream
an elk enjoying refreshment
or standing by the stream
that's when I began to feel.
His woman was on drugs back then
and I watched for years and years
the first words he ever spoke to me
tiny diamond, fragile tears.
Fawns came to play in the meadow
and we frolicked in days of youth
then the flames of passion grew higher and higher
anticipation in the liquid, gold pools of truth
melting away our defenses
the years of neglect and abuse.
and what rare gifts did we bring?

I don't care if she's prettier than I
or for her iambic pentameter
I don't care if she has crystal, clear blue eyes,
and in truth, I never want to meet her.
The Madonna, Oh so lovely ~
and a worm, such as I.

I care about the love we shared
and every word you speak
I care for the flame that still burns in my heart,
passionately ever onward, rarely mild, rarely meek,
but still, to be honored.

We burn like fire melting away ice
flaming brightly, somewhere in the night.

I have a heart which opens to you
and only you will know me from the inside out.
Open your heart to the heart of me
share in this flame of love.

Warming away the years of ice
as ice cold walls melt down,
come to me now, show your face,
please, 
come to me.

Forget about the world outside our hearts
and just be loving to me (love ME)
My hand in your hand reaches for the stars
and holds sweetly to all you've given me
such love.... such love...
holding to every breath you take
holding to hope
that love awakes.





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  1. Date: 6/19/2013 3:02:00 PM

    Sparkles from the first to the last; A dream remembered.Hi Catie love always.
  1. Date: 6/19/2013 7:55:00 AM

    WOW ... haunting images and powerful yearning for a lost love or one you are waiting for? Love the last stanza. :)
  1. Date: 6/13/2013 3:08:00 PM

    Hope you still love me! LOL I've been neglecting my friends here on the Soup... moving next Tuesday and hopefully back on track after that! Hugs, Jack xoxox
  1. Date: 6/13/2013 2:30:00 PM

    Thank you Catie for the comment. I was confronted by Mandy Yesterday after posting over 40 poems. I did apologize. I was having fun, not trying to push no one down the ladder. Your comment is kind. DX
  1. Date: 6/11/2013 4:04:00 PM

    Catie this is splendid, I will fav it for it was written with raw emotion poems rarely reach the epitome of beauty in full blossom, I will treasure this poem, as John R says below, you are beautiful, a rare object that deserves to be adored in all it's splendor, love, light and peace, and yes, it is possible to hold hands with the angels upstairs, but only a few realize it, wishing you the great benefit, of realization, again, it's only love that takes us there.
  1. Date: 6/11/2013 3:46:00 PM

    Pss., No, Your Poetry Is Beautiful Catie, `Just Like You. Love, John
  1. Date: 6/11/2013 11:58:00 AM

    Ps., There It Is, Much More Beautiful Although Beauty, Stirred Her Flames But Now Even Higher. I Am Going To Treasure This Rare Treasure Of Passion As Splendours. Twinklings In Eyes And Whom Can Know Deep Inside How Love Shall Fair ? Once One Steps Beyound This Physical While 'Light,' Fills Their `Soul! Keep Brushing Colous In `Beauty's Love. Love, John
  1. Date: 6/11/2013 9:53:00 AM

    'My Hands Do Not Reach For The Future.' Let Us Thus, Then Eat Drink And Be Merry, For, Tomorrow We Shall Die ? Your Love As Poetry, Beautiful Catie, Is As You Are, Very Beautiful! Yet In Reference Unto Not Seeing Reaching Beyound ? What A Miserable Thought This Would Be And Have Been For Countless Millions Across Time, Here, In This Valley Of Dry Bones As Sorrow This, Dust For The Masses Whom Have Choked Upon It's Dismal Truths. But, Love Is Beautiful And Shall Rise In Crowns. Love, John

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