desire's common thread
inner longing to be close
naked, skin to skin.
(January 24, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
A perfect proposal
a walk the beach,
two lover's engaged in forever's kiss.
This is the day she had been longing for
ever since they fell in love.
A simple question, written in the sand
by the hand that she would soon take in hers.
His eyes met her and searched for an answer,
an answer that he'd been longing to hear
since he told her "I love you".
As tears of happiness filled her eyes
and gently fell to the sand beneath her feet,
an anticipated answer of "YES"
was followed by a kiss. A kiss that would be forever etched
in the setting sun on this perfect proposal.
I don’t know what it is
About being in your arms
The way they contour
To the curves of my body
Wrapped so tightly around
Feeling your breath on my neck
Warm and wet
Yet sends chills through me
Your cheek resting on mine
Your voice whispering in my ear
Your hands running through my hair
Our bodies no longer two
But molded together as one
Fitting together likes puzzle pieces
Each radiating heat
Our legs intertwining
Can’t get any closer
And we’re lost in the moment
Worries begin to fade away
Because right then and there
Nothing can touch me
As long as I’m with you
Any tears I may cry
You will wipe them away
No matter what I come against
You will keep me safe
In this I find peace
Like I’ve never had before
And my breathing starts to slow
My heart beat calms down
I just melt in your arms
And I find my eyes closing
Letting myself drift away
And I can’t think of a place
I’d rather be right now
Than right there with you
Lost in this ever longing moment
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved
and
in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
_______
First Leaf: "Radiantly Dark"
I have wandered the moon-smitten byways of earth and not seen
a divinity as radiantly dark as your eyes, and knowing this I am
lost, not caring, for my mind is lost just as well…
* * *
… I won´t be found until the eclipse of divinity, and with an ache
marrow-deep of spirit confess that I don´t want to be…
* * *
… intoxication too often leaves one ravished: the bittersweet
aroma of longing ravaging me…
* * *
… dare to drain the wineglass of desire, then fling it and listen to
the piercing tinkle of breaking glass, an ominous sound, but
more pleasant than that of a breaking heart…
~~~~~~~
Whistle away your anger and leave your lungs empty for a new
gulp of air – born of yourself…
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