Captive Deep Blue Je Reviens
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"Captive Deep Blue Je Reviens"
I walk beside you
in your dreams,
you are always in me
warm and pounding,
twin heart,
burning bright flame,
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
Sun igniting,
I stand with you, invisible
we are haunting
the deserted
French vanilla streets,
where time stands still
I am always holding your hand,
fingers entwined
the warm breeze caresses skin,
lingers like lips
your after scent hidden on me.
Undressed
my deserted garden
waits wild, abandoned,
growing lurid pinks recklessly
stranded impatiens
they are waiting
lying open
in beckoning lush wet valleys
of pungent violets, wild primroses,
erin lillies and oriental orchids
serpents climbing
thick green wooded trees
wrapping legs, bare feet
“K.I.S.S.”, you whisper to me.
I never leave you
throughout my days
you are always in me
warm and pounding,
obsessed my dangerous
possessed ruinous twin heart,
burning bright flame,
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
and the nights I sleep
breathing in and out
in crushed velvet dark
your name speaks mine
whispering sweet longings
sliding hips our hands
drawing new cartography.
Awake
I am searching for you
while scrying mirrors
it’s not my eyes I see
Yours are the windows
of another soul
staring back at me
Somewhere
on the other side
worlds away from me
Confederate Ghost
bewitching familiar
haunting passionate
down to a sunless sea
my spent obsidian
clandestine Coleridge
My absent Valentine
Split in two,
living in another time.
I walk
beside you
in your dreams,
you are always in me
warm and pounding,
twin heart,
burning bright flame,
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
My absent Valentine.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
“And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river. “
"The Harp Player" by artist Henri Adrien Tanoux in 1913.
"a damsel with a dulcimer in a vision once I saw...."
Copyright © Leanne Lovejoy-Burton | Year Posted 2018
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