Dream of Eve

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Moonlight sparkles on the water
As I drift lazily by, within this dream.
The languor of a summer night
Encapsulates the instant
The goddess whispers my name.
Her voice so beautiful, ethereal,
It’s like the sighing of the breeze.

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Originally published 8 May 2016

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The Other Side

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Is it yesterday where you are
Did last night never happen
Is this love
Or the other side of the world

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Originally published 21 September 2015

Bliss

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Bliss,
The one word
For the feeling.
Electrical dreaming,
The motion picture of colours
Exploding in my mind.

Bliss,
The one word
When my head’s spinning
Because our lips are touching.
We’re so close
I feel your heart beating.
Rhythm coalescing, realities colliding
In this mystery, in this kiss.
 
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Shadow of a Girl

There was a girl
Between the earth and the sky,
Shadow of a girl
Like a bird she did fly.

There was a girl
I spied between moon and sun,
But when I looked again
That girl had gone.

There was a girl
I saw across the lake,
But when I reached out for her
From the dream I did wake.
 
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Fragility

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It was desire that set things on fire

That tore my world apart

It was the burning passion of desire

That broke my fragile heart

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Unresolved

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This tension isn’t tension anymore.
The moment remains a moment nothing more
Not static electricity but stasis.
The erotic drift stalled by the current,
Yet life goes on. Living out our loves
In isolation, suspended animation.
Living life each of us, you and I,
Within an impregnable dome.
A force field created to keep the pain out
That only succeeds in keeping love at bay.
 
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Trembling

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The gentlest caress
Of your body against mine
Leaves me trembling.
 
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Cacoethes Scribendi

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Compulsion
This fervent desire awake in me.
The need to be heard
Through my fingers
Onto the page.
To put down what I think
The blood, the sweat, the tears,
My rapture into ink.
 
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History of Lust

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There is a history of lust
Between you and I.
Of burning desires,
Of unravelling sheets.
Clothing torn,
In our needs and our musts.

There is a history of lust.
Of temperatures rising
In feverish collusions,
Frantic delights
In the hours of night; colliding
In all our needs and our musts.

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The Deal

Is it cruelty that prompts you
To withhold your touch,
To walk away, renege on the deal.

Or is this just a dance?

Are there steps I should know
If I desire to pull you close.
If I want you to hold.
 
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Originally Published 3 May 2016