I seem to write poetry only as I'm falling in love. Here are a few from the latest muse.
These are in chronological order, written over the last four days. The final one was birthed just this morning.
Love Like Rain
Sometimes it comes as a colossal storm,
A coup de foudre.
Lightning, thunder,
A rushing deluge.
Rivers surge and burst their banks,
Crops and houses wash away.
Grown-ups rush to homes for safety,
Children lament.
Sometimes it comes as a light spring mist,
So light that the only way to really tell it’s raining
Is to watch the grass begin to glisten
As a halo grows round the sun.
Hand in hand,
Two lovers walk these shining streets,
And only realize they are in love
When they see the flowers
Blooming in their footprints.
The Alchymist
Half shadowed in the driveway light
Your smile releases my old familiar ache.
My heart fills with fireflies
Pulsing ancient pheromone messages,
Public signals of private lust.
My blood sings of you.
I yearn to fling myself headfirst
Into your eyes, and drown.
Though I am moved,
I do not move.
Silently the inner change proceeds,
An alchemy of energy.
Contained by the crucible of my heart,
Catalyzed by wisdom,
Crystallized by consciousness,
Base need transmutes to golden love.
We touch, and mere passion is held in check.
For now.
Scheherazade
At night your voice whispers in my ear,
Telling tales of love.
Love now,
Love then,
Love held,
Love lost,
Love abandoned,
Love approached,
Love in this way,
Love in that,
Love inclusive,
Love discerning,
Love embracing all,
Not loving all the same,
But loving, all the same.
In your tales, part of me listens for my name,
And rejoices on hearing it included.
Other parts listen to them all in awe and wonder,
Fixed in the amber of your mystic vision.
No earthly horizon could be as vast or open
As the vista your voice describes.
You remind me that I love well, as well.
That I too am a creature born and made of love,
That we both deserve the love we share,
That we are both part of the All
That loves, is loved, is Love.
We receive gifts as great as those we give.
I offer you my gift of love.
It is everything I have, and all I am.
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Thank you for baring your soul and sharing these. ?
A soul doesn't come fully alive until it is shared.
I'm going to PM you a poem I'm working on. Let me know what you think, if you would.
