In the night you stole my peace my calm you became the breath The light in the night my shadow the sweetest epiphany The taste my nectar you joined me rested your soul between my lips held me steadfast in your arms you surrendered your heart to another The ashes are all I am left to receive I sifted through I watched those eyes cry I stood silent next to you and shared your suffering we became one two leaves you etched your name in my being I gave what I could now we are lost in expectation want need I desire the way you feel touches between us so sultry so honest reality becomes the seduction.
I pray I rage I watch your slumber as I was meant to do I become the letter your heart wants to write Your pen is my truth I bend you yield unwittingly We arrive at the same point and still the question You do know me you see into me like night vision Waves overcome the clouds and still we both secretly want the same thing dare I ask.
Would that I was embolden enough I should scream that love lives with you In the sound of your voice in your shared mental exercises In the way that you touch the heart Many are fearful of the consequences of love when it is unconditional which is how it should be and open package of beauty and light I don’t want your love for I have claimed it already.
When you can SEE the wind you will understand that what is to be will be Even if I am not the one to share that special place in your heart know that I am there without pretense or expectation of change. That is how true love really flows and I remain love unchained As I see you in pieces of dreams.
Tears falling on a white hot steel will make the sword stronger.
The one that was manhandling the beauty of this flower deserves the new forged sword to pierce his heart.
Should my arm give support when you stumble over a piece of thrown away love.
Georg
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Elizabeth
You want my love? You got it: beautifully emotive, heartfelt lines. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Thanks,
Dan
The one that was manhandling the beauty of this flower deserves the new forged sword to pierce his heart.
Should my arm give support when you stumble over a piece of thrown away love.
Georg