TO BE CONTINUED

The gathering of years separate us.

Distance divides us

and we are insulated from each other

by a veneer of indifference.   

Our memories are caged in solitary confinement,

untouched and undisturbed, under lock and key;

Until, in an act of mutiny,

an errant thought– fugitive from the past–

slipped into your mind

and broke into your unsuspecting heart.

All we ever were is laid bare

a trove of treasures, pristine and preserved, 

unsullied by Time

to be relived…to be continued.

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ECLIPSE

My mind eclipsed and entered yours…

past a rush of memories steeped in shadows,

some submerged, sodden,

some forgotten;

yet not a single one of me–

a dearth of recollection of ever having loved me.

No birdsong or stirring beast,

no rustle of shivering leaf     

as I moved through the darkness of your indifference.

All roads to your heart were closed.

Not a murmur that I had ever been there.

It was sudden night

except the light shining through the moon.   

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A SIREN’S SONG

I was pulled into a dream,

drawn into the vortex,

tossed, churned, and consumed by the winds of fire

that brought me to my knees.

It was the same dream.

You were there      

doing what you usually do,

saying the things you usually say.  

Promises of pleasure lure me like a Siren’s song

toward the reefs that tear my heart to pieces.

Your crimson touch, passion’s blush scalds my skin 

yet I come to you at my peril, ignoring all the scars–

emerging with burnt hands, scorched and blackened lips.

I never opened my eyes as I lay in your arms 

drowning in a flood of memories.

The same memories that batter me against the rocks with beautiful sadness.

It was only a dream. Wasn’t it?

IT’S LOVE!

There’s no end to what we started.

I can’t believe I found you where my heart is.

I know this could be forever.

It’s love, and we’re in it together.

It’s love that you see in my eyes.

It’s love that I’m feeling.

It’s magic we’re making tonight;

I know that it’s love.

One touch and my body’s burning.

I can’t believe you taught it what it’s learning.

Step by step you led me to the fire.

I’m flying and still climbing higher.

Thought it would never ever come;

What a surprise!

You’re just the miracle

I’ve waited for all of my life.

It’s love that you see in my eyes.

It’s love that I’m feeling.

It’s magic we’re making tonight;

I know that it’s love.

I’M READY FOR LOVE

I’m for taking a chance. I’m ready to win.

Got all my bets on you. I’m going to cash in.

I know when it’s right. Don’t have any doubts.

This is the real thing. I’m checking it out.

I’m ready for love to come along.

I’m ready for love. I’ll take it on.

I’m ready to roll, ready to go where you’re leading.

Going to give it a shot, straight to the heart.

This time I’m going to get it right on the mark.

Never had it so good. Never felt it before.

So just keep it coming to me.

I’m ready for more.

I’m ready for love. This is it.

I’m ready for love. I’ll take a hit.

I’m ready to try, ready to ride on the feeling.

I’m ready for love.

Don’t want to keep on moving the rest of my life.

I’m not afraid of losing. I’m feeling lucky tonight.

I’m ready to risk taking a fall.

Not going to miss getting it all.

I’m ready for love. I’m ready for you.

Baby, anything you want me to do.

I’m ready to roll. Ready to go where you’re leading.

I’m ready for love.

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O MOON

Hello, moon.

Yes, he’s gone–light-years away by now.

You were snuffed out,

threatened with extinction,

extinguished like a candle flame

and disappeared under the black robe of unbearable night.

Wasn’t it me who said loving him was never having loved before?

Wasn’t it he who professed it was impossible to love me more?

There are no stars to get my bearings.

I am lost.

The minutes turn into hours

and every hour becomes another day that he stays away.

My arms cannot grasp the vacuum.

O moon, Help me!

Light the way that I may see.

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YOUR VOICE

My body knows no other voice like yours.

Speak to me and your words are released

like carrier pigeons on the wing,

through the air, across the telephone wire

into my heart.

 

Fill my ears

that I may hear the resonance of you 

translating into touches.

They know you no other way.

 

Or say nothing at all. 

No more need be said.

Your every word remains articulate upon me,

crafted and composed, etched into permanence

as a dance or the Mona Lisa–

a gallery of memories

to be revived and unfurled.

Speak to me.