each morn I stalk the wave kissed shore
where last your loving lips touched mine
every dawn you’re gone I hope and weep
send up fervent prayer to Our Father Divine
through the day eager thoughts and eyes
wander back to depths beyond our beach
where billowed sails slowly disappeared
to take you far away beyond my reach
on long afternoons when sun is high
I sit and watch exultant seagulls at play
and I wonder, My Love, where you are
will you sail back into my arms someday?
I bare my breasts to wandering winds
the softness of a sea breeze’s caress
memory of your lips, your gentle hands
my lover, long gone, yet missed no less
at twilight when the light house beams
radiance out across the turbulent deep
clothed in moonlight reclined on warm sand
hot flesh kissed by cool waves before sleep
where countless mariners forever lie
‘neath thunderous roar of timeless sea
I scream your name into wild ocean dark
and implore “My Love, return to me”
The perils of the seaman's lover are fraught with endless waiting and wondering. When the deep calls no sailor returns to the shore and his lover. Your plea, "Return To Me" is a poignant one Belle. And you have captured the emotions expertly. May love peace and joy be with you my friend. Jon Michael
I will echo what Kate said. This is a sensuous longing for a lost love to return. This poem tears at the heartstrings, and makes the reader weep with the woman by the shore. Thank you for sharing, Belle.
May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister Barbie.
This fills my heart to bursting, Belle. Such elegance and emotional integrity in this most beautiful write that not only lays bear in all ways the heart and soul but classily gives us the whole back-story by the accomplished way you in which you set the current scene and portray the atmosphere. The mood here is enduring: expansive as the empty skies and earth-covering ocean, and is a fabulous picture of the endlessness of such a love and depth of desire to experience its recovery - though, as the tenor of the whole write suggests, it remains immortal, unable to be truly lost. The nakedness imagery is so right here: longing for the touch of love both outside and in, and in all ways emotional, sensual and intellectual. This is deeply felt and conveys such experience to the reader, too. As always, in awe of The Poetess Of The Heart for such is what you truly are. xx
An intern architect at Ryan and Associates, Mateo Diaz has spent the last year learning his craft under the tutelage of partner Alex Ryan. Alex is the closest thing to family that Mateo has known since losing his own family years ago. But not even Al
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May the Lord Bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and walk by your side. With love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister Barbie.
Warm wishes,
David
Where hides the love I've not released yet.
Your words weave through eternity
Beautifully.
Be always safe,
Karen
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Blessings,
Christine
GOD BLESS YOU ALWAYS
TONY
Lovely write
Soothing sound byte
Enjoyed LBR
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