Today I purchased lavender,
myrrh,
dragon’s blood,
frankincense
incense
now as I lay to sleep
the scents linger in my nostrils,
the gentle aromas play
with my imagination,
creating dreamscapes
for me to dream when I close my eyes.
Tag: poem
Insomnia
How
We made love,
I can’t get out the thought,
The feeling out of my core,
I am drugged by the memory,
Of your body so deep,
Our breaths hushed whispers,
In each other’s ears,
I close my eyes alone,
And still cannot sleep,
My want of you
From afar,
Makes for a maddening insomnia,
Alas,
I have the intimate recollection,
Of your fingers on my skin,
And sleep becomes irrelevant,
For the dream
I’m already in
Darkest Night
This darkest night,
We long for light,
But wise eyes,
Will see it,
The burning of the ancient flames,
The distant stars,
We gift,
like diamonds,
meeting spots,
for hearts to see,
to feel the love,
that burns there,
still.
Effortless Romance
Its been forever
Since I’ve written you a love song,
Been forever since I gazed upon
The stars,
And knew you too were gazing back
Through space and time,
Knew my art
Was comfort to your soul,
Knew I could do only to your body,
What you still do to me,
Without a touch,
Without a glance,
Effortless romance.
Take Some Time
I’m scared
Of being open,
Of letting myself
relax
Enough to feel your touch,
Is it real?
Is this real?
Or just another illusion?
I can’t be,
won’t be,
taken for a fool,
again,
I leave my heart out,
But watch from a distance,
Guarded,
Prepared to snatch it back,
Should your ways appear
Less than
My heart,
She still hurts,
Weight of the past
Pulling,
With each beat,
Beating still,
Beating for you,
But I don’t trust anything anymore,
Familiar places and faces
Are now foreign to me,
Unfamiliar the motions,
For this dance of courtship
Is awkward,
And yet it pulls
Like a magnet,
The force making “us” natural,
Still
This heart she weeps,
Riddled With battle wounds,
This
is going to take
Some time.
Out There…
It hurts,
How deep you hurt me,
Betrayal doesn’t just fall away,
As it heals,
It leaves a visceral scar,
With an itch,
A deep burn
That remains,
I love
you,
And with that the pain pangs,
A throbbing suspicion lays under
my heart that wants your love,
But also values truth and trust,
Honesty,
Honestly,
Can you love me,
Without want or need,
Of an unknown more,
Question Mark,
Of something
Someone
Out
There…?
She of Letters 