- There is no feeling to match it nor words to describe it: newfound love.
A wise and cynical friend of mine has always maintained that one's IQ drops
thirty points
when they fall in love, and I admit, she is right. The vacant, unerasable
grin. The wandering thoughts. The preoccupation with every singing
bird, every flower along the way, every sunset, every starry night.
Suddenly, the whole world is about the feelings that fill the heart...
and empty the head.
How...?
How have you done this?
How have you made a way to this place--
unknown even to me?
A few--less, perhaps--faced the high walls,
reaching past all my life...
reaching fore and aft,
guarding memories and hopes.
So few who did not simply turn away,
regarding the obstacle as too great.
But...
In but one swift and beautiful movement,
you were beyond it.
The hounds, you tamed.
The locks, you laid open.
The turbulent waters, you deftly forded.
Until...
You came upon a door--
a great and menacing barrier--
heavy and without welcome.
Your gentle touch stirs the dweller...
Your gentle words woo and intoxicate...
Your gentle kiss is returned...
How...?
- 5June99
- (Untitled)
Hold me...
and shield me from the world's cruel blows.
Carry me...
for I have no strength to run.
Touch me...
feel me tremble.
Hear me...
and I will tell you all I am.
Comfort me...
and my anguish disappears.
Love me...
and I will stand alone.
1985
Forbidden Love
Secrets are born
in dark, quiet rooms
Where doors easily close
to hide what is formed.
Lies come about
when secrets are hidden;
To not tell the truth
is not always wrong.
Pain grows
from secrets and lies.
It hurts in the dark
when the soul searches for answers.
It spreads like disease
to all who are touched.
Love springs up
where you cannot hide it,
And creates secrets
that breed lies.
Anguish prevails
when love is true;
We always want most
what we can never have…
1985
- Lair Of The Lioness
Well-hidden was the entrance
to the spacious, stifling cavity.
Inside, it was warm,
and my brow beaded
with apprehension and an unsettling peace.
My desire inhaled
of the sweet, balmy air
until it could take in no more;
I expelled the suffocating vapor
and breathed it in anew.
My heart swooned in the ecstasy of it;
My passion swelled in anticipation.
My conscience cowered in the intensity.
I searched in darkness for this haven's dweller.
My trembling hand, outstretched,
sought Her warmth.
Coarse flesh quivered at my touch.
Spheres of jade afire looked upon me now,
with ferocity of a hung'ring beast.
My eyes darted downward,
veiling my fear,
for surely, She would know its guise.
Like with a dove's wing,
She touched me,
lifting my face nearer her own.
I felt her breath, hot, on my face
as I gazed into her
and we made love...
'though She touched only my soul.
And so, I was taken
and now, remain:
a willful prisoner
a grateful lover
a satiated dreamer
In the lair of the lioness...
1988
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