Wednesday, 30 July, 2008

Do you Love Me?

Tuesday, 29 July, 2008

If You Forget Me

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine

Sunday, 27 July, 2008

I just want one more day with you

Thursday, 24 July, 2008

when you first kissme

when you first kiss me
will it be soft
like a whisper
or intense
like a thunderstorm?
will your hands
cup my face
or find
the small of my back
and travel
into my hair?
will it be fueled
by love
or lust?
I don't trust myself
to kiss you first
cause I know
I won't stop.
I know how I feel
about you.
I'm willing to
for you to show me
and leave me
without questions.

From : SU friend

Monday, 21 July, 2008

A Song of Love

Saturday, 19 July, 2008

Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?

Marlowe Christopher - PoemIt lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man knows, let it suffice,
What we behold is censured by our eyes.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight:
Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?

Thursday, 17 July, 2008

Love Poem

Wednesday, 16 July, 2008

Art Fantasy Woman is Every Goddess in Woman

Fantasy woman
every goddess in woman
I know a tale
I know an art fantasy woman.

There beneath the ferns
my Lily does prevail
a victim of her own
self induced
Such a garden she has known
such a flower
temptations met to know their invisible dance.

Late at night I heard her laughing
a chatter coming through my bedroom wall.
I heard dear Lily step into the forest
past my contentions
saying no
not without following a plan.
This world is actually quite small.
No rules can be broken
no path to discover
put your heart there on the mantle
and walk only
as you are told.

Lily dear Lily
fantasy art woman
how bold and free
how luxurious are your pleasures.
My fantasy art goddess
moved forward
past my still wet map
and bleeding gothic fairies.

Blindly she reaches out on stormy nights
that has always been her weakness.
No measuring of consequences
No watching for the mounted posse
planning her demise.

Lily, fantasy woman
every goddess in woman
rests in our own wishful smiles.
Taking chances
dare I say she is my hero?
Despite my desperate objections?
Beautiful fantasy that is Lily.
Fantasy art woman
I cannot let you leave my grasp.

I had never known that flowers dance
never thought that far.
It was Lily slipping past the night
ready for any enemy refusing her entry
who told me it was true.

I am Lily
I am an art fantasy woman.
Let me be
every prayer
I press between worn pages.
Lord Byron
Edna St. Vincent Millay
let me rest my head in your passion
read every line
know my own
be Lily
a fantasy of art woman
when I need to take her home.
Taking chances
dare I say she is my hero?

Monday, 14 July, 2008

Love Is Pink.

Saturday, 12 July, 2008

Broken Heart

Thursday, 10 July, 2008

We can share

I can talk with a friend
and walk with a friend
and share my umbrella in the rain
I can play with a friend
and stay with a friend
and learn with a friend
and explain
I can eat with a friend
and compete with a friend
and even sometimes disagree
I can ride with a friend
and take pride with a friend
A friend can mean so much to me!
I had a box of crayon,
All shiny, straight and new.
I lent a friend one crayon,
And--oops--it broke in two!
My friend said she was sorry,
But I said "I don't care,
'cause now we both can color
with one crayon--we can share!"

Love is...
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