Pandora’s Box: her eyes | #haiku #poetry on #Passionating

And in the end Love
There will never be enough…
need time in your eyes
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We stare wordlessly
mutually captivated
no reason to talk
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Resorting to touch
scent, smell, taste of skin on skin
You blind me lover
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Love, there is nowhere I’d rather be than your eyes. Ah, I stand corrected, home in your arms… But it all starts with your eyes. Until you blind me and I see you through touch, little tastes, and the way you smell. Closing my eyes right now, remembering your taste… So need to be back in your eyes lover…

Pandora’s Box: her neck | #haiku #Freeverse on #Passionating

Primal submission 

She bares her neck for my teeth 

Hearts now joined by blood

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Love that special spot, where your blood sings, pulling me deeper into desire as I feel yours.  Lost in the rhythm of your heart beat, taking you as you take me deeper.  All thoughts cease as we merge, one again in the primordial soup of sweat, salt, and euphony of blood.

Her words are Pearls | #freeverse #haiku on #Passionating

My favorite author is not prolific. She writes with excruciating care. Drawing stories out of her own blood, her soul. Word choices agonized over. Phrases turned and returned to perfection.

The process is painstaking for her.  It reminds me of wild Pearls.  Each word she coats with heart’s nacre, building and polishing iridescent phrases that must be viewed from many different angles to comprehend.

The word Pearl itself is a metaphor for something very rare, precious, valuable, fine, and admirable. Yes, her words are Pearls. I cherish every one and love it when she strands them together in the most amazing displays of exquisite elegance. Does she realize this adoration? This appreciation of her art? I hope so:

Beauty found / words laced with care, love, and Joy /
I love how she writes #haiku

When will I see you again | #writings #haiku on #Passionating

Our minds reeling to catch up with Heart decisions. Or is it Soul when a decision is not a decision but a “just is“?  You quote me Job and Bathsheba firm in your resolutions.  And I love you all the more for it.  All too aware of Shakespeare’s “The devil can cite scripture for his own purpose” I, the scholar, left defenseless!  But today I’m laughing about it Darling.

The question runs over and over in my mind “When will I see you again”…  This life or in the forever? Continue reading

The rain on the Train was mainly to freeze the Pain | #poetry #haiku #5lines on #Passionating

The experience of finding your true love, your counter-part, can be exhilarating, exasperating, exhausting, exulting, exciting, and without exaggerating excruciating. Especially when circumstances dictate that you simply have no way of being with each other.

Whilst on a Train I dropped into the Poet’s reverie, ruminating on the nature of Pain.  Still mulling over the Marine Corp Hymn I decided to freeze the pain into snowflakes; fragile, perfectly formed poems.  The thought of turning tears/pain into beautiful snowflakes was compelling and actually did help.  I hope you enjoy the mini-blizzard.

Energies swirl, dance / enjoyment and fear combine / we swim deep waters #haiku

Daybreak, warmth of sun / flowers, bees drawn in worship / your smile, my dawn #haiku

Your inner beauty / calls me, drawing me deeper / forget words, open, “be” #haiku

Little tugs, heart aches / small silken threads softly spun / bridging you and me #haiku

Cannot catch my breath / people STARE, startled, Alarmed / then laugh as I smile #haiku Continue reading

Marine Corp Hymn | #Sonnet #Poetry on #Passionating

The Fewer

94 pounds of sheer Determination
she’s a Christian Warrior who eats Pain
as falling short is an Abomination
and it’s God’s glory she seeks to Attain
“Pain is weakness leaving the body” her Hymn
Job her mentor and Faith her only Shield
she makes Marine’s look like they act on Whim
Love, Honor, and Courage are her’s to Wield
I witness her as Joy personified
loving her all the more as I Stumble
knowing my love for her is Bonafide
panting with pain that makes me so Humble
I take her hymn as my own in Pleading
Dear God, help me, make this pain Re-ceeding

 

More than words | #Sonnet #poetry on #Passionating

her words, softly penetrating my heart
her eyes, holding feelings too deep for words
touched, so deeply touched
wrapped, in love and care
feelings of long sought counterpart, home found
bring bright dancing sun bursts of emotions
burning, her eyes my dawn
longing, her touch my peace
These moments can totally undo me
and then I’ll burn, just burning my darling
waiting, to be within reach
aching, for the lightest touch