You used to worship and loveall parts of me, do you still?Easy to do when things weretight firm and newStaring in my mirror, I seeSo many scars, flaws, surelyyou do too?Approaching from behinda kiss placed at the base of my neckShh, stop, now's not the timeI feel your lips travel and tastetheir way down to a scar on my armLingering, I try to pull away from youHands turn me to face the mirroragain, a hand up under my chinL...
My dear, I can't help wondering what I've done,You've become so cold and distant these days,And yet we always used to have such fun,Happy together in so many ways.You could have tried a bit harder honey;I asked you not to be late home last night,It was only our anniversary,And a simple gift would have been all right,Flowers, and perhaps a bottle of wine,And we could have ordered a takeaway;A cosy evening would have been j...
Each night beneath the kindly moon’s soft radianceWe make again that joyful connection of loveVulnerable in our emotional nakednessAs we bare the most profound feelings of our heartsAll too soon the hour of parting is upon usCatching us unaware in our communionThe whistle of the passing train is the sad signalThat we must reluctantly say goodnight, sweet dreamsCome away with me on a romantic adventureAnd succumb to the sa...
I sat leaning against the stone pillar of the decades-old bridge, watching as the sun began to rise over the horizon, my legs dangling over the edge, my hand resting on the recently installed railing.No traffic would cross the bridge coming into the quiet backwater town that had been our home all our lives, and I concealed myself well enough not to be seen by any motorists leaving for their big city job. When the school y...
A LETTER TO AN IMPRISONED OBSESSOR. I gave you my heart but not my mind even though I had always lost myself in your presence, you had me, you took me, you used me, but because I had always lost myself in your presence, you could not find the real me, and you lost me. Where do I even begin to describe the feeling I had when my eyes first saw those almond shaped hazel brown eyes of yours, I was once asked to let out and...
There's something in your smile that makes it all alright, There's a comfort in your laugh that helps me sleep at night,Something in your voice that gets me through the day. A light in your eye that keeps the darkness at bay. You are, most certainly, the sunshine in my sky,And I can't explain my love for you, so I'm not even going to try.You are simply someone that I cannot live without,You are what makes me happy; it's y...
People have many different ways to find peaceWhen living is just becoming too hard to bear,For some it is in sleep, some have a special place,Others seek the company of lighthearted friends,Some settle down with a book, others meditate,And many spoil themselves with a favourite food.I have a special place where I like to escapeFor a few days whenever it is possible,Where there is such quietness and tranquilityThat my mind...
Her imagination is beautiful So precious in all she isPlease don't change a thing Always wanting a hug and a kissThe stories are endless Changing every timeDancing on a big stage Or singing a nursery rhymeLook momma I'm a princess Later I'll be a kitty or a duckTomorrow in a gondola Wading through the muckGive her half a minute She will make you smile With her tutu and bootsShe does so with such style She is not quite thr...
The conversations between a professor and a student in and evening class some time ago...The professor said to the students, “Let's play a game. Who'll be the volunteer for it?”Someone came forward, her name was Galaxy.The professor said, “Please list the 20 most important names in your life on the blackboard!”Galaxy listed her family, her friends, her colleagues and her neighborhood.The professor said, “Please delete th...
Do you not see what you've done to meMy heart breaking into tiny pieces From words that have been said Once a friendship that never ceasesA void is left where once was full Of a love so gentle and pure That was growing into the night Now left everything unsure I am worth more than what you've done Making me feel smaller than a snail You know how to hurt me so wellYou did it all through fucking e-mailYou told me I was too...
I feel like a Dali paintingmy image warpedby your own imaginationImperfection of this bodydesecrated with scarscrafted by your own torturous mindTime meltingwinding back to forgotten dayswords spoken and virtual hugs we sharedMemories soon fadelike forging fire into ashwhich you silently blow awayWhat once we hadhas slowly disappearedof a friendship separated by oceans wideThe drawer within my chestwhich protected our che...
What is passion to youLove between husband and wifeTheir first lover's embraceA date they had to start this life.What is passion to meWalking hand and handDreaming of tomorrowKnowing it will be so grandWhat is passion to youNewborn that brings much delightBeneath a beating heart, they growUntil bringing them into the nightWhat is passion to meLaughing children all aroundFairytales in books, lyrical songsPretending until y...
My special tiny oneDoctors helped you growLooking at you made me smileYour growth was a bit slowTaken to intensive careYou slept in an incubatorThere were many prayersLots of good indicatorsMany months at the hospitalLots of medical proceduresSo precious and very littleA tiny fighter who was eagerYou were sent from up aboveWe love you each dayYour life will be filled with loveWe continue to prayNow you're regular sizeWe t...
In the grim back alleys of the city,Mean streets devoid of all signs of pity,Amid the piles of decaying refuseAnd slimy pools of darkly noxious ooze,Frequented only by the scuttling ratsAnd noisome tribes of scabby feral cats;Here, slumped in doorways, human flotsam lies,Just filthy piles of rags crawling with flies.In such surroundings, one would not expectTo find evidence of beauty’s rare spark,Yet with more careful eye...
