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Premium Member In Simpatico

We fit now; we complete one another. 
Our lives have melted into one 
and we dissolve into the unity
which consolidates our synthesis. 

We fit now; we complement one another. 
Our differences unite us. Our individuality 
only serves to combine our commonality; 
our separateness compounds our pairing. 

We fit now you and I. Sharing the same path; 
Sometimes together, sometimes apart. 
We deviate and divide, only to combine again 
when occupational distraction is done. 

We are comfortable and contented. 
There is no division in description; 
we are affiliated in partnership, 
blended, amalgamated, in simpatico. 

Our bodies merge in the conformity of belonging. 
The longing dovetails our diversity and unites us. 
We have emerged from the swirl of separation 
as one and I love you.  We fit now.


Sonnet.5

Is ‘I love you’ enough?
For me, or you,
Or him?
Does it say all that needs saying?
Or share all that needs sharing?
I think not.


Will it roll off my tongue and straight onto yours?

A truth? Or a question? Or just vapid discourse?

It tells not of the promise I find in your eyes,

Or the song in your voice, although Sir, it tries.

Can’t speak of the fire that burns in your skin,

Or the stone of your heart which lustres within.

Fails to mention your presence, your detail, your touch,

The Sun in your hair, not the last straw I clutch.

In the fortress your arms make, I’d freely be held,

This unyielding longing just cannot be quelled.

..... But no matter, this phrase is better off dead,

..... Because to you, from me, it can never be said.
Form:

Love's Battle Cry

Against the flow of what is right, I love you black or even white,

I see this passion born of light, despise the darkened path we fight,

To reach a place where we can rest, the ultimate togetherness,

As struggles keep our defenses high, when most would quit, still we try,

Battlefields of roses red, petals fall upon the dead,

The lost soldiers of love's true fight, that did not make it through the night,

Sweet maidens cry unto their Kings, longing for their wedding rings,

Knights on horses gallantly ride, until they reach their Lady's side,

Remember always times of old, when heroes were so fiercely bold,

When love was once the only quest, fight with me for togetherness.
Form: Rhyme

My Dear Duncan

my dear duncan 
My dear, 

you're so far away and my heart so full of longing that the only way to relieve my 
grief was to write this letter. 
You know, sometimes I think it would be nice to have the possibility to keep certain 
feelings in a "box" ... 
I'll explain: it is good to miss once in a while, but sometimes it hurts too much and 
the absence of the o...ther becomes unbearable. That's what I'm feeling now, so is 
this longing that I'd like to keep in a safe box or in a fragrant that I could open 
quickly and eventually, like when you open a bottle of perfume or lotion. 
However, what I'd really like was never felt this kind of thing. Wish you were always 
around, always ready to listen and close all the words of affection that I have to tell 
you. 
Come back soon!
Form: Verse

Premium Member Our First Night

Many months we have conversed
we take the decision to finally meet.
my introduction now rehearsed
for I am so longing to greet
this beauty oh so sweet.

Along the promenade we walked
the wind blowing her lovely hair.
swapping giggles as we talked
admiring what she wears
for in her eyes I long to stare.

Our hotel room we finally reach
still chatting, holding hands.
kissing between our wanting speech
relenting to our wanting demands.
two desiring to share their commands.

Face to face, touch of lips
adventurous hands in loving glide.
to the floor our clothes slip
falling before our pride
naturally we sensuously guide.


Kelly

Kelly

By Nathan Hannen

When the shadows cast their dark shades on my heart
I think of you in my life, Holding my hand, Playing your part
Then your gone, Like a shadow that has dispersed

I walk in a dark lonely place, Treading on broken hearts, Their thoughts turn to 
powder under my feet, Blown on a heartache wind

Alone with no voices to call for me, Deep black abyss, The darkness there swallows 
the light
Then I see you standing there, Your face, Full and beautiful, No words are spoken, 
Just you in my mind

Your hair flowing like a stream, Your stare, So intense, It feels like a dream
The contours of your body distort the light, a sunny beam, The strength in your 
smile does'nt pass by me unforseen

Then darkness envelops me, No light strong enough to pierce my grief, Just my 
heart, Longing for you

I love you

The End
Form:

Premium Member Solitary Man

Solitary man in shadows without a face
I blush with lonely sting of longing from your eyes
With every reluctant step I falter my pace
How many times, my love, you've seen me passing by?

Do you remember when you saw me in the square?
I dropped my packages and quickly by my side..
You came to assist...but suddenly she was there
The sigh of pain that crossed our fate was in your eyes

Why fate is cruel, my love, that we may never meet?
I've walked this way in loneliness a thousand days
I know each pebble, stone, and crack upon your street
You stay imprisoned, like a wild bird in a cage





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for Iolanda's contest..."Untold Secrets"
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member New Dawn

One bright light was snuffed out
     by a crystal mist
smoky white tendrils weaving paths
     of promise and destruction
          through his mind, body and soul

My own sacred garden grown thick
     with weeds of discontent, vacant
covered in a winter blanket
     of icy protection
          longing for his warmth

Watching in despair and helplessness
     his bright sun shrinking
          vanishing towards oblivion...
               then totally eclipsed

The stranger who claimed to  be my
     husband these last few years died
          as the man I married
               fought for his life

Then, the fragile flowers of my heart
     felt his new and dawning light
          calling forth the spring blossoms
               tender petals slowly unfurl

The Hummingbird returns to my dreams.

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