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Romance and Unrequited Love

Poetry and romance go hand in hand. Yet, I have often written poetry and songs when I was longing for something in my life to change. The very last poem here "Twin Souls" was written by me about twenty years ago but fit my husband so much that I used it as part of my vows when we got married.

TONIGHT’S A LONGING NIGHT

Tonight’s a longing night

Yet I move in two directions

One wants to be completely out of reach
to not be available to the many people and things
that call and desire my attention

The other wants you
in my bed
to hear your voice
watch your face
see the moonlight reflected in your eyes

To listen to your music
and feel the kisses
All of them
the rushing, forceful, manic
to the softest, gentlest and most tender

that fills my heart with love and my eyes with tears

Okay, maybe I really only long in one direction

Toward being with you.

IN BED WITH A FRIEND

In the dark
he wraps me up in his arms
I want to kiss him but turn away
Then without thought turn back
“Just one kiss,” I imagine “Then we’ll sleep”

One kiss

opens the door
for a flood of passion
that’s more than I expected

Full of smiles, joy, warmth
and friendship

This is Life

THE WHITE SHIRT

My eyes travel
Your arms
Your rolled up sleeves
The white shirt
Wrinkled yet pressed.

I watch you move.
Entranced, enjoying.
I watch the white shirt
See the back, then shoulder
the pocket
the space between
the edge of your shirt and your chest
Skin revealed
I can taste it
My eye diverts
I pull my wanderings back in.

"No, not this one...
He’s taken...
He can't be yours."

Then I write
to recapture you.

THE WEEKEND

Here we are again
I don’t want to eat
I don’t want to go out
to paint red towns
run stupid meaningless tasks
the bank, the store, the food.

I walked in and all I wanted was REST
to be engulfed by soft pillowed surfaces
of down warm cotton quilts
to cocoon
to drift in a dream of light
weightless, soaring, swimming, nothingness
mists and visions of love and beauty
wishes completely satisfied and realized.

Saturday night
Deeply tired
Another Saturday night
And I ain’t got . . .

DRIVE

Drive.
It’s spring. So much energy to let out
Sex. Fucking. Abandon

But everything is Control. Oppression.
Restrained thought action

Get in the car and drive.
Shift towards escape
Motion without destruction but containing danger
Self-destruct
Creation and Destruction
Both compelling
Essential

Dive fast and hard.
Swerve round curves. Dare. Risk.
Arrive. Sneak in
Wake up sleepy, puzzled lover
Forceful kisses, pulling clothes
No words, no thought
Baffled lover complies
Enjoys the ride
Inhibition gone
Rules gone

Passion. Instinct. Drive.
Perfection

A RISK FOR THE GOOD STUFF

I don’t want separation

We haven’t gotten all of the good stuff yet
We just started.

Do you realize that for the first time
in what seems like centuries.
I feel I could explore love
with you.

Do you comprehend how rare,
how special that is?
And will we also
like the few before
allow our potential to waft away
on the winds of mils.

We have a choice
One must give up the present for a risk
and a possible fall
or maybe, just maybe

Never been good at jumping off cliffs.
That leap of faith is a big one.

ENCAPSULATED

Your words move me
yet you don’t notice

the smile beneath
the look that keeps
the joy from bounding into your hands.

Your form contents

But you keeps yourself encapsulated
from my touch
by time zones
and land locations
by words unsaid
and love denied

I love you still
but will not long

MOVING AGAIN

Sitting in a whirlpool

Of drum, phone, pumpkin, clock
boxes, clothes, songs, lines
work, hours, money, watch
look, fear, driven, heart
always onward tapping forehead
always onto moving forward.

Round room the debris is littered
Chaos and order are blended and hindered
Floor and boxes are co-intermingling
Eyes are buzzing and fingers are tingling
All is quiet and buzzing and shattered
World is spinning but motion is absent

While sitting in the whirlpool

TWIN SOULS

Someone with dark hair
and blue eyes looks for me
in another country.

And I, feeling and knowing you
want and search the sky for your likeness.

I heard your voice in my head
sure, resonant, comforting and full of desire.

My hands stretch to feel your voice brush against them. With eyes closed you are here.

I want to know you completely
To walk inside your life and see your truth
To share your vision, to become your body.
And I want you to know me
Truly without bars
I want your love to see me naked, completely
See past the body and see all
See inside and love me

To help me love me
And to give all, nourish and strength
To help you love you.
We are ready, to walk the precipice.
Jump.
And fly.

Poetry from the Dark Side