I am bound...

I am bound to my lover's touch
his touch, feather light 
and yet 
so deep

time has passed

yet I am still bound

though he is no longer here

 no longer near

I carry him with me
day and night...
night and day...

there is pain in his absence

oh my love!



It pains me to live without
his touch
and I linger here in memories
of what it felt to live in his embrace

I carry my love
as the seasons pass
their glory only serves to remind and heighten
what was...

A little space in time
a fleeting moment
a love ~ beautiful

yet a love not meant to last

 I am bound to my lover's touch...

©
2009

image source: don__t_believe_in_love_by_drshVS

autumn as metaphor...

Indian Summer

summoned by Autumn to make

her final curtain call

after Autumn heightened her glory

she secretly wished to retreat
but held on for just awhile longer

does she weep?

does she leave quietly

and gracefully?

she had sensed Winter  lingering in wait
yet he made no demands
because he knew his fate

she felt fragile, depleted, spent...

after all she had given,

 though, as is her way,
 she gave freely and with love
yet,  even as she gave,  the giving took something from her
it had to, as a sign to re-build her strength
for her next vital performance

~

why does she hang on till the twelfth month's near end,

after all her sacred beauty has gone?

because
even though her time is short

the letting go, is always painful...

©

2009
image source: spirit of autumn_il_ 430xN.56319247

sweet surrender and such... 3 for 1

bring to me

this




sweet surrenderthat lives within these shades of grey days of grey
days of grey

i come undone
when you're away
you're away
you're away...

sweet surrender
painful and sweet are you!
sweet surrender
is all i can do...

i come undone
each time your face meets mine
and we stand before this love
sublime...
i come undone

o' i dream
i dream
i dream

Until the spell is broken
 broken
 broken
all the while wondering if you're true...
true
true

if you're true...

©
2009
image source: m x 127s by scarabuss

do not take
from me that which is ME

let me always know and be at comfort
with the unknown

for we speak
we share
we commune
we devise
we plan
we exist
we acknowledge

the unknown does not frighten ME
though i have been known to frighten the UNKNOWN

for he or she knows of the Beauty
that i seek...

© 2009
image source: coh by alex vasilenko

oh, if i were you my love
i would settle in to those feelings,





the unknown
has bequeathed
upon you
and in turn me...
to not bend with such
and dance with awhile, would be
ever so sinful
a gift as this should not be
ignored
forgotten
or displaced.

can't you see this love?
or does it simply
resemble all
others you have seen?
is it different?
something special,
something charmed and magnificent?!
is it ordinary
or extraordinary?!

is is unreal or real?
you tell me my love
lend me your thoughts, love

for mine are laid out like
a platter filled with feast
symbolic of the feast of the gods
that lay at your feet and mine...

shall we partake
what a treat that would make
but as long as we do not forsake

oh my love, where shall we go?
do we flee?
or simply lay it to rest
my love

oh my love

ohmy
love...
if i were you...

© 2009
image source:couple+in+cafe...7RGgy4cxidb73efd9qv1OwYx_500  
my newest painting (especially for my kindred-spirit sisters) at: G A R A H S T A H