Bliss

Day 17 … because sometimes all it takes is a kiss

Made of sticks and stones

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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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Virtuosity

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Moments with you
Are like fleeting glimpses of colour
In a black and white world.
An alternate reality
Seen out of the corner of the eye.
A mystery,
A dream,
Acted out on a silver screen.
You are the warmth of the summer sun
After the cold of the winter’s rain.
You are a kaleidoscope of experience
Come battering down my door.
A heartbeat,
Only fleeting
And an embrace
Which fades to memory
Too soon.
 
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Night in Shining Armour

The night in shining armour
Rediscovers my moonlit memories.
How the mighty are humbled
When uncovered by the moonbeams.
Treasure of my beating heart
A taste of your honey lips,

The forgetting that happens
When we’re together.
The wasted hours
When we’re apart

And I long for wine and song again.
Safe, with you in my arms.
Sí, mi amor. Sí, mi amor.

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Originally published 10 September 2016

Missed you

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I should have kissed you,
I wanted to so much.
I should have leaned in closer,
I was aching for your touch.

I could have kissed you,
The lights were turned down low.
There was a moment,
Electricity, between us a glow.

I would have kissed you,
But the shadows were too long,
There had been too much wine
And in the morning I’d be gone.

But I should have kissed you.

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Originally published 8 May 2014

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

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

Plotting a course

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I’ve navigated choppy seas.

My boat has taken on water.

But I made it through,

I survived

And if I fear

That I may go down again,

Lose my compass,

Sight of land,

Then I will remember

That the stars shined

And showed me the way

Back to you.

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Run

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River run,
Water flows,
Always
Carrying you away
From me.

Oceans,
Silvered seas,
Raindrops on windowpanes –
Flowing away
From me.
 
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Mingle

Your arm is draped across my shoulder
While my arm is wrapped about your waist.
I can feel you smiling, as you look across to the sea
And you’re smiling at the ocean, that something so wonderful could be.

Your hand is clasped within mine
As we make our way barefoot across the sand
And seabirds dance above us in the utter blue of the sky,
While the sunbeams embrace the deep and ever-changing waves.

We halt motionless between sea and sky and dunes
And listen to the music, this tune composed by nature for us alone.
We stand and watch the tide encroach
Upon the beach, see it caressed by the gentle loving foam.
 
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The Contract

Sign here
In blood
Or whatever else you’ve got
Left to give.
I’m not asking much
Just your beating heart
Or whatever else is

Pressed like wildflowers
Hidden between the pages
Of your soul.
It is everything and nothing else;
Is love.

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Originally Published 11 November 2015