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Words Fail Me

Softly, softly, my love,
do your fingers trace
the fullness of my cheek,
trailing a message,
a whisper, as soft as new down.

I open my lips to speak
sweet words of love,
but hear only, a sigh come forth.
Words fail me.

Deeply, deeply my love,
do your warm eyes
seek the depths of my own,
speaking a message,
a murmur, in silent prose.

I open my lips to speak
sweet words of love,
but hear only, a sigh come forth.
Words fail me.

I yield, I yield, I yield.

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Yes, Sweetheart

Yes, Sweetheart 

My love?
Yes, sweetheart?
Do you know, that without your breath, I cannot breath?
Yes, my sweetheart.

My love?
Yes, sweetheart?
Do you know, that without your heart, mine will not beat?
Yes, my sweetheart.

My love?
Yes, sweetheart?
Do you know, that without your touch, I cannot feel?
Yes, my sweetheart.

My love?
Yes, my sweetheart?
Do you know, that without your eyes, mine will not see?
Yes, my sweetheart.

Sweetheart?
Yes, my love?
I give you my breath, my heart, my touch, my eyes,
For you, are the reason they exist.
You are my everything, my all.
Hush now, my sweetheart, and kiss me.

Yes, my love.

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I Am So Thirsty

I Am So Thirsty

I am so thirsty!
How long, I have waited for you ...
you are the storm 
the deluge
the massive in-flow 
the  flood
filling every tiny crack of my soul 
drenching my parched, bruised heart 
drowning my senses 
laying waste to my fears 
crashing
thundering
pouring 
through the dams
the canyons 
of my mind
an irrisistable
undeniable force
point, counterpoint
breaking through my defenses 
ripping apart my walls.
I speak
You speak
Fears dissolve
I hear you
I feel you
I need you 
I am so thirsty for you!

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You

YOU

I want to listen to your heart beat;
feel the warmth of your chest beneath my cheek.
I want to tuck myself, into the curl of your arm, and breathe you. 
A kiss; I gasp for air, and inhale ... you. 
For you, my body becomes a symphony.

You
enrich my mind, fullfill my soul.
You
are my endless skies.
You
are my heartbeat, my breath.
You
are my dreams, my wishes.
You are me, 
and I,
am You.

by Rebel Rose

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In the Rain

In The Rain

The Rain, and You, and Me, and We ... 
Am I chilled?
Not, in the slightest.
Warm, sweet honey, flows from your amber eyes,
igniting the flames within.
I am more than warm, beloved. 
Take my hand, let's walk, and talk, and love, in the rain. 
Let's laugh, and share, and touch,
in the gentle embrace of the rain.
Just you and me, hidden, within this veil of raindrops. 
The world is far, far away.
Only, the trees keep us company, joyfully alive, 
with this drink from the gods,
as I am alive, for you. 
I drink you.
My hair has become damp, beloved;
it flows, a long dark river, streaming it's way to you. 
Your face glows warm, in this soft wetness.
Your lips are kissed by the rain, 
and me,
in the rain, Beloved, 
in the rain.

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The Tower

The Tower

Today... today, I climbed The Tower.

Circular in shape,

rising, an ominous bullet ...

piercing a black night sky,

erasing stars, and moon, and hope.

Filling my vision with moldy,

immovable bricks,

it soared, and became the only thing,

my heart could see and feel.

No way out! No way out!

Trapped? Still trapped?

No! Never, never, never again.

Never!

Then, what are you going to do?

I heard.

Up! My heart thundered ...

Up! My soul screamed ...

Up!

Climb!

Now!

But ... what if I slip? What if I fall?

Which, do you fear more ... my soul whispered,

Falling, and having to try, again?

Or ...

Remaining chained

to your fear,

forever?

I reached to touch the bricks ...

the foul, stinking bricks ...

the imprisoning bricks ...

of my fear ...

and began to climb ... slowly.

A toehold here ... yes ...

fingers sliding into the ugly slime

between the bricks ...

grasping, seeking, climbing ...

For my life.

Each brick a slap, a kick, a punch ...

Each brick a stab, a burn, a violation ...

Each brick a lie, a betrayal, a rip in the fabric of my soul ...

Sealed, with an oozing mortar of pain and distrust.

My prison, my hell ...

of fear unspoken, of lonliness untold.

Nearing the top of the tower, 

I look down ...

the tower sways,

cold winds rush through me,

my fingers, numb from gripping these bricks ...

slip.

I begin to fall ...

The rage within, screams,

No! Why are you looking down?

Down, is history ... nothing more ... look up!

My soul smiles.

I climb.

The bricks are now ... just bricks.

Bricks are easily destroyed,

turned into dust ...

and blown away into the history of the past.

Pulling my body, my heart, my mind, my soul

onto the summit of the tower,

I am warmed by the sun.

I feel the tower ... dissolving ... into nothing.

Fearless,

I jump,

soaring,

into,

Freedom.

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Peaceful Surrender

Peaceful Surrender

Surrendering the Heart 
Relinquishing Control 
Releasing Fear
In This Moment Humbly, I Bow 
Gratefully, I Surrender 
To Your Love.
Pride Has No Meaning 
Neither, does Shame 
Concepts, only ... 
Beneath Us. 
Love Has One Wish 
To Know 
The Embrace 
The Eternal Dance 
Within The Arms ... 
Of Your Mind 
Your Heart 
Your Body 
Your Soul.

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The World Went Silent

The World Went Silent

The world went silent.
A silence so deep, so profound ...
my every cell, every atom, every intention,
joined this silence.
It could not be otherwise.

Ti amo, si ti amo ...
A whisper in my soul ...
Not my whisper, no ...
The whisper of another.
Who?

The world went silent.
A silence so intense, so loud ...
my mind, my heart, my soul simply stopped,
to wait, breathless now.
It could not be otherwise.

Ti amo, si ti amo ...
A whisper in my soul ...
Not my whisper, no ...
The whisper of another ...
Who?

The world went silent.
A silence so rich, so eloquent ...
the All, of me, began to dance, reaching,
to touch, the All of you.
It could not be otherwise.

Ti amo, si ti amo ...
A whisper in my soul ...
Not my whisper, no ...
The whisper of another ...
Who?

Whisper in my soul ...
I wait.
I wait.

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Prevarication

Prevarication

You did not confirm, 
neither, did you deny. 
You avoided, shuffled, shifted ... 
moving away from my question.
You are a master 
of prevarication, 
disinformation, 
intellectual slight-of-hand.
You did not answer my question ... 
but, in your silence, 
you did.