January 10
I recall volcanic kisses,
lava tongues, kindling whispers,
flaming bodies reaching the sky,
kneeling before love.
We had listening hearts, roses
and roses of laughter --
oblivion, madness.
I thought we had forever.
I couldn’t believe you’d really leave.
I’m an open wound
waiting to heal -- but how?
The door opened and
you moved through.
Your time had come
God how I miss you!
And you, are you happy in your
new home?
Do you remember me?
What do angels feel?
Dear Diary
Years of demon grief
smother me in silence;
smother hope.
It is 3 AM and I dream
of butterflies
escaping darkness,
sailing high.
Time for me to say goodbye.
I walk staunchly
out of blackness
into the light
leaving yesterday
behind.
Locked beneath my breast,
deep
inside the recesses of my soul
Passion burns
eternal.
Hunger rests, patiently, hopefully
for someone to rekindle its flame.
Diary,
I am becalmed as a ship
on dead sea
waiting for winds
to set me free.
At last I hoist sail.
The unknown beckons.
Anxious voyager under darkness,
simple pilgrim
moving full speed,
Heaven the mark.
The clock ticks on
moments lost I can not regain --
It is spring. Everything is new.
I see land in the distance.
March 28
A moment, a word,
a glance
and suddenly my world
is new;
never the same
because of you.
Destiny’s magic
presents
a friend,
a lover!
Moments of pure joy.
If only it never ends.
If only . . .
April 16
I am shimmering sunshine
you are dazzling dew.
Phoenix rises for all to see
a moment of glory --
a gift of eternity.
Over is the winter’s
night.
My ship has moored.
My love has welcomed me home
to his heart.
Passion-eyes
whisper
I love you.
May 2
You are
an ocean
at high tide,
crested, forceful,
marvelously
wild!
I am the shore,
a buttress;
receiving your
thrash of
Herculean vigor.
Powerless as we
entwine, I swell
for more.
May 20
Each fathomless
sweep of your
sturdy waves
keeps me waiting,
exalted.
As a virgin, untouched,
Aurora greets me
bright and golden --
eventide, sunset,
Still I reach for you
expectantly.
June 2
Soft music, candle light,
crystal glass and red wine.
Arms of love hold me;
we dance into the night.
Drifting, lofty, high,
swaying like feathers
lost in endless sky.
Why am I surprised
at your agility?
You move always,
with perfection.
Our bodies fit as
oyster and shell.
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