Where Is the Lover
“Where is the Lover?”
Where is your Lover?
He is in your smile
where he kissed you
when you were fast asleep
bodies pressed into
burning heat
the fruits of passion
tasted hours ago
before you walked out
the door onto
the white noise street
through cold mist and
falling lacy snow
you carry that kiss
on your smile as you float,
feet off the ground
head in the clouds you go,
his scent still lingering,
Le Habit Rouge
and rapturous Rose
and fresh cut
Lemon Verbena
you sense him pressing
his moments
into your valleys
and rolling curves
the point where
lips caress
forbidden sweets and
between your
legs you can
feel him still
as you walk
alone yet not alone
every road and
every damned
never ending hill to
an empty Home
Where is your Lover?
He is in the fine creases
at the corner of your eyes
where Love and his
fingers traced your
face like the softest
new born from chrysalis
fluttering butterflies
whispering
gentle torrid secrets
to you alone
you are together
in your dreams
his hushed voice
like the sea
whistling siren songs
a lush pink velvet
conch shell
cornucopia explodes
shining an ocean
with salty waves
glistening wet
through Fibonacci
labyrinthine spirals
he runs his eyes and hands
over your sacred geometry
you are met
like a new map
you’re his favourite
cartography
eyes and hands and lips
entranced
he has you transfixed
bewitched he is dazzling
you with new found territories
and glamour spells
both your kisses
run and trip
no words pass by
your lips
save the Wildling
you’ll hear him,
his sighs
and conquered
wanton war cries,
as you
mount him
dejavu desire
while you are at work
disgracefully
awake and longing
for rapture to
come and bury
you in his fire
Where is your Lover?
In your heart
he is placed
reverently
like God
he beats in time
with you
in a
far off distant
place
You think you can hear him
You kiss his lips
without mortal
trace
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
V.S.A.S.
3/12
"you taste like sunshine,
just like you've been kissed
by the morning light,
and I was the darkness dancing
with the stars carelessly, breathlessly,
and our lips meet softly,
colour erupting in the atmosphere
the absolute lightest darkness,
dawn is breaking:
a fleeting moment
when the sun can kiss the moon..."
“Rome is not outside me, but inside me...
Her feverish sweetness,
her tragic countryside,
her own beauty and harmony,
all these are mine,
for my thought and my work.”
(Modigliani)
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2019
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