10 results for 'lovers'
Weeping willows haunt me upon edges of my dreams calling me back to our home vaporizing tears stream life is never what it seems return to visit a past Louisiana soul surreal as it seems fallen leaves crunch, beneath autumns feet Ghosts of our children laugh in the wind joyful heirs to be born, never have been
Dancing with the ghost of some old hearts illusion
Your angelic face reminds me of what is here and now, no more confusion l'itinérance de la terre en tirant sur mes ficelles de coeur combien je vous respirer en moi voulez que votre parfum sur mon visage la connexion que... (more)
...them: those happy, tearful ads showing that four-foot-tall Teddy Bear being thrust into outstretched arms, the endless displays of rose-engulfed flower arrangements, those overstuffed boxes of chocolates and candy-coated strawberries, even new movie releases coincidentally shown on the day of lovers. It’s a big business, Valentine’s Day, one which almost everyone who has a significant other takes part in. I think it’s all great, but should also be placed in proper perspective. After all, material items only last for a short while, eventually losing their charms sometimes only hours... (more)
...of life ,creating
Unending thirst's craving
A consuming hunger undeniable
The snow bringing me closer to your lips...
With the sweet glance of love
Like alchemy I am transformed
Searching for you in a thousand thoughts
An earnest prayer offered to the universe
Manifested inside the window of our hearts...
Let the lovers play with glee
Be lost in the innocence of surrender
Absentminded mischievous mirth
Let there be no worry or questions
Relinquished pure desire....
Let The Lovers Be...(more)
Leaving with my head still full of meds and wine, my lust still on her lips, we knew our next steps controlled the destiny of years. I cared not for what my life was before her. To be by her side, to feel her hair brush against me, to hear her voice call my name, these are what my life consisted of now. We waited on the corner for a ride she arranged while I was asleep. I nodded briefly, a victim of my hangover, and woke when I heard the muffled, "thump, thump, thump, thump" of its muffler. The car reminded me of an older converted cop car. The hard seats were uncomfortable as I slid in.... (more)
Driving her to the club once again, so tired from working all day and watching her all night. We parted with our usual exchange of kisses and hugs. I drove away, looking back at my Angel, her innocent looks were slowly changing, leaving a traces of fear and emptiness. My Angel, I want to take you away from all this. Gathering myself, like I always did when I had to leave her, I drove away slowly. The day I drove away faster than I came to her would be the end. Halfway home, my phone is ringing...its Angel, “Baby, don't come back, I’m staying here.” “What!” I screamed into the phone,... (more)
Back to back that's how we started,
fighting the whole world, we never parted.
Then came new life, shafts in the quiver.
We fired them off, our crops never withered.
Along came the wolf, death he swore.
He limped and lied to get through the door.
He consumed you with his intellectual abandon,
my back now unguarded, my heart saddened.
I tried for months to retake the hallowed ground,
but you were too far gone, never to be found.
Lost and spinning, exposing my nakedness,
I struggled grimacing, my life hard pressed... (more)
I hold you firmly, one hand placing yours above your head
The other, finding its way down the silken trails
of your neck, your breasts, your hips
Your sighs match my hunger, my hands eagerly finding all of you
My mouth, watering from anticipation, finds yours,
Our breath hot and sweet together, like warm chocolate
Tasting the dew from your flowering fields,
I join with you, deep in your love.
My kisses tender, biting your lip, then your neck,
Drawing a touch of red from my excitement.
We fall to the floor, wild vines of passion... (more)
A peek of the red lace fluffed from my blouse. London plaid skirt clung to my waist... then pleated down my upper thigh. Black knee-length combat boots..tightly laced. My hair pulled back in rippled ponytail and bright red lipstick. I carried my favorite Burberry Journal just to top the look off. It was my ode to Great Britain.
Not my usual attire for the library, but I knew he'd be there. His monthly lecture on "The New Developments In Medicine." was just wrapping up.. The stiffs, shuffling out the room. Stale musky air on their backs. Tan and Beige wool coats..gray and... (more)
Back in the 80s, the phrase Love Is…Never Having To Say You're Sorry, was very popular. It was everywhere. In my opinion, that's a bit naive, as saying you're sorry just kind of comes with the territory of relationships at one point or another. To me love is many things and here I share just a few. Some may be things that mean love to you, some may not. What love is, is different to everyone - and yet somehow the same.
Love is - someone who will take time out of their busy day to call you just to tell you a joke.
Love is - someone who goes to the grocery and comes back with... (more)
...to be out…So I just decided to post all the three poems on my blog. But as i am typing here; I can sense the birth of yet another response to his (above written)poem...here it goes..Why live in the memories of that storm?That was a reality once...but now its gone…And why depend on a gentle calm?And why not make your wounds, your balm?Sleep- if dream is where you belong…Sleep- if that fake world makes you strong!Don’t be lost, cuz they won’t find youDon’t think much cuz those thoughts might blind you…Love’s not tyrant; lovers are;My heart's a proof-with its shining scars.(more)
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