#MDRomance Week: And enchanting piece by Poetess MidWest Fantasy and Mark’s version is equally capturing, well done to you both! ~ Debs xox
YOU & I
A moment of happiness,
you and I sitting on the verandah,
apparently two, but one in soul, you and I.
We feel the flowing water of life here,
you and I, with the garden’s beauty
and the birds singing.
The stars will be watching us,
and we will show them
what it is to be a thin crescent moon.
You and I unselfed, will be together,
indifferent to idle speculation, you and I.
The parrots of heaven will be cracking sugar
as we laugh together, you and I.
In one form upon this earth,
and in another form in a timeless sweet land.
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I am a sculptor, a molder of form.
In every moment I shape an idol.
But then, in front of you, I melt them down
I can rouse a hundred forms
and fill them with spirit,
but when I look into your face,
I want to throw them in the fire.
My souls spills into yours and is blended.
Because my soul has absorbed your fragrance,
I cherish it.
Every drop of blood I spill
informs the earth,
I merge with my Beloved
when I participate in love.
In this house of mud and water,
my heart has fallen to ruins.
Enter this house, my Love, or let me leave….
(13th Century Persian Poet)
A ROMANTIC TALE
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Across the bar I observe you
My eyes become aroused by the sight
I flush when you turn
And see me
How to keep things simple and light?
Then I feel your touch upon my delicate skin
As you’ve found your way over to greet me
The warmth you radiate
It saturates deep
Beneath my surface within…
Leaning in so your breath is upon me
Your voice has my heartbeat amiss
I close my eyes
Digesting the moment
Your beguiling scented mist…
We spend an eternity talking
Till you offer to walk me on home
Lacing the strength
Of your fingers within mine
Then head out
Into a new fall of snow…
As we walk, talk and rekindle
Under the canopy
Of a beautiful night
Are savouring every morsel
Of your masculine bodily delights…
Before we know it
We’ve reach our destination
Where we reluctantly
Turn to say our goodbyes
The demanding kiss that you give me
Has me submitting, with a long and continuous sigh…
Then you whisper your desirable need
To see me again
And quite soon
Leaves me swooning
In a cloud of anticipation…
Of what’s to become, under a the next decadent full moon?
© debradml (2014)
Hi all I wrote this piece for a Poetry Challenge on Author Mark Davis Blog #MDRomance – http://markdaviserotica1225.wordpress.com/2014/07/21/a-few-words-on-romance-week-by-mark-davis/
You can click on links to check out the other Poets words too!
Clarissa O Clemens