~There Was Hope~

The ground was extremely fertile, 
full of nutrients, lush, loamy, 
warmed by the sun.
It loved to be tended, cultivated;
responding to the upheaval in preparation
for reception of new and wondrous sowings ~
promises of the magnificent, bountiful gardens
it would host.......and 

~there was hope~

The ground spew forth gangly grass and
ragged pebbles.
At times, swirling about in muddy antics
that only attracted boys with their sharp
shovels and an occasional toy boat,
in homage to the rippling pool -
a gift of the rains..........but

~there was hope~

The ground drew into itself,
depleting the nourishing moisture 
that had been preserved so diligently.
The rich elements feeding upon themselves
in slow intensity - altering the landscape
with cavernous cracks as a dingy gray mold,
facetiously masquerading as the morning
frost spread across its surface
closing off the pores.........still

~there was hope~

The ground felt a disruption in its stagnant depths
and it grumbled and shifted, trying to disburden
itself of that which was claiming foothold
on this private plot.
Faint dreams of once resplendent fruition
floated in the warm afternoon breeze and 
unwittingly the ground began to flourish.........oh

~there was hope~

The ground began to stir with activity.
Surprised out of its dormancy, it greedily consumed
the nourishing rainwater and strained with
vibrancy as the sun began to heat the surface,
penetrating the soil, restoring its value and
reviving the lushness.............yes

~there was hope~

The ground thrived day by day.
No longer spewing gangly grass or
ragged pebbles ~
muddy torrents quickly run off, sending
the boys and their shovels to alternate
terrain - toy boats a drifting memory.
For the ground was once again 
extremely fertile, full of nutrients, 
lush and loamy.
It loved being tended ~
in homage to the hardy, magnificent
Sunflower holding court ~
in the flourishing, bountiful, garden............thankfully

~there was hope~ 




Love and Miracles

Love is owned by no - one in its universal scope;
yet experienced by only – one in the narrow
confines of the mind.

Love is frustrating in its complexity.
Like the Rubik’s cube, the
vastness of combinations distorts
our view as the urgency for solution
becomes overwhelming.

Love is a gift freely given.
As it touches our souls, we struggle to 
emerge from the tightly woven cocoons
of self-absorption.
We become butterflies, our wings spread
to dance on the wind and display our beauty.

Love is the face of people.
Each pair of eyes viewing the canvas
in various interpretations.
Stories and adventures vicariously
lived through the mind’s eye.

Love is pure and true.
Cool water from a crystal spring 
that tumbles over the harsh rocks 
of the mountainside,
scooped up into urgent hands
to quench the thirst.

Love is finally two.
The ultimate culmination of 
our experience, our distortion,
our frustration, our struggle,
our dance, our display, 
our interpretation, our thirst 
our purity, our truth.

The miracle performed.


              

EXALTATION IN HAIKU

To shout from the roofs!
To rejoice in the union.
To exalt in us.

To dance in the glow.
of "all our tomorrows", love.
To exalt in us.

To whisper sweet words.
To be hushed in the fervor.
To exalt in us.

To yell at the sky.
To dance among sunflowers.
To exalt in us. 

To unbind tethers.
To fly high with the angels.
To exalt in us.

To kiss and enfold.
To experience release.
To exalt in us.

To turn your face up.
To drink in impassioned tears.
To exalt in us.

To touch each other.
To the delight of our souls.
To exalt in us.

To shout from the roofs!
To rejoice in the union.
To exalt in us.

The song playing is "Your Song" by Elton John


   ~ROGUE~



I have caught a dream 
in knowing and loving you.
I have happiness by the tail
and I feel like a Whirling Dirvish might feel
in his never-ending, twirling, trance.
 

~YOU have given it all meaning, my true one; the pieces are beginnng to fit~ 


Indeed, We Are One

I awaken in the night
 and silently your name
   is formed on my lips ~ 
A reflex action now because you are
 never from my thoughts.
   Indeed, we are one.

My hand pressing firmly against my breast
 which is full and round in the desire of you.
Kneading the warm flesh, pinching the 
 succulence of my nipple.
   It is your hand.

The warmth of my loins sending a flush throughout
 my body as my fingertips play upon the hardness
   of my most tender spot.
Soon the jolt of the explosion arches my back
 up against the illusion of you hovering above.
   It is your fingertips.

The sweet smell of desire ~
 the scent is in the air.  
My passion brought to fruition by the sound
 of your phantom voice in my ear ~
  urging me, coercing me ~
   to come with you.
    It is your scent.

The whisper ~ an invitation to dance 
 in your shadow.
To follow your every rythm as we
 stride together in the waltz of ecstasy;
   matching each other's cries of delight 
     as our impassioned music reaches
      a deafening crescendo.
       Indeed, we are one.

~Angel's Dreams~


soft  kisses ~ from your angel's lips ~ on your lips,
this is what I dream of.
gentle caresses ~ from your angel's fingertips ~ on your face,
this is what I dream of.
soft breath -~from your angel's mouth ~ against your skin,
this is what I dream of.
gentle gazes ~ from your angel's eyes ~ reflected in your eyes,
this is what I dream of.
soft flesh ~ from your angel's breasts ~ pressing to your breast,
this is what I dream of.
gentle words ~ from your angel's voice ~ harmonious with your voice,
this is what I dream of.
soft sighs ~ from your angels's throat ~  blending with your sighs,
this is what I dream of.
gentle awakening ~  from your angel's dream ~  awakening in your arms,
this is what I dream of.


      ~Realization~

If you will lie quietly ~
One night you will hear me
call your name...
And you will feel ~
finally feel this love ~
by the warmth of my skin,
the tightness of my embrace,
the look in my eyes ~
baring my soul to you.
Because you and only you
have seen the depths of my soul.
And you and only you will know my passion.



   ~ ENRAPTURED~


Carry with you
this pocketful of stars,
that have been touched by
the toes of your angel
pirouetting joyously
through the heavens -
all the while
playing tag with
the cosmic vibrancy
of my errant rogue
 


~RESTLESS SLUMBER~

Restless slumber ~ I teeter on 
the brink of neither here nor there.
My body longs for what is presently
unatainable....
Meloncholia.

The night air ~ satiated with
the heavy downpour of a spring storm.
It penetrates my lungs with the 
cool freshness....

My heady scent ~ lingers like 
a shadow.
Musky, as vivid senses peak and
ebb to the crash of the encroaching
thunder....

The exquisite voice ~ of my true one,
plays over and over in my mind.
He is Maestro of my soul,
orchestrating my fantasies.
And I relinquish myself 
to his magic once more....

Restless slumber ~ I teeter on
the brink of neither here
nor there.
My body longs for what is presently
unatainable...
Rapture!!
~EVERMORE~

             

                       
I have waited my whole life
to be encompassed in a circle
of true, pure love ~
"THE" circle which YOU
and I share.
Evermore......

Reciprocating every thought,
every action ~ as
WE joyfully give and take
in OUR resolute desire to please.
The flames of passion intensely
spreading through OUR united soul.
Each nerve ending pulsating ~
while OUR hearts, filled with
love and devotion, beat
in venerable unison.

Each day becoming a celebration,
filled with dreams of tender
touches, loving glances, and
soft spoken whispers.
Dreams that caress OUR minds
with sensual imagery that
casts a rosy glow on the 
lingering memories.

Each night sleeplessly culminating 
that celebration ~
filled with dreams of urgent 
graspings, heated gazes, and
headily spoken whispers.
Dreams that stagger OUR minds
with intense imagery that casts 
a reddened blush on the 
lasting memories.

Yes, I have waited my whole life
to be encompassed in a circle
of true and pure love.
"THE" circle which YOU 
and I share.
Evermore......
Part Deux

EROTICA



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