Posts Tagged ‘touch’

Dream lover

Posted: August 13, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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In another time, another place
Perhaps we existed before,
And are now sensing the same feeling
As we reunite for the final encore.

In dreams I’ve reached to touch you
Yet your face remained a blur,
As my elusive faceless lover
Left me satisfied and astir.

For I have loved you for so long
In dreams of blissful dreams,
Now you and her have become as one
As I contemplate what it means.

Now another time, another place
At least we’ve finally met,
You have become my secret romancer
In a dream I will never forget..

In secrecy I have uttered
If his identity was ever bestowed,
I’d hold fast to forever
Never wanting to let him go.

The answers continue to escape me
Perhaps it is only life’s fate,
Allowing us another chance
To behold what we may create.

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our eyes meet,
magnetic poetic,
your lips touch mine,
erotic electric,
arms encircle me,
euphoric idyllic,
together we,
synchronic rhythmic.

and you still wonder –
do I love you?

a query you should
never have to voice,
those words remaining within,
answered by tenderness of touch,
by sweet emotion,
by thoughts mirrored
in chestnut irises,
that brush softly across you,
painting images deep
within memory,
while this soul speaks to yours,
saying all the words
ever needing to be said.

Depths Of My Soul

Posted: July 21, 2010 by Marya in Poems
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T he questions of this day,
H earken to the unknown
E asily asked, yet . . .

D are I answer?

E ver have I shied away,
P iously avoiding
T ruth.

H iding, from myself

S ome are born to bear burdens
O thers, are forced to
F ear . . .
M atters of the mind

Y et ever do we . . .
S eek,
O nly to find no answers,
U nder the bridges of our minds

L ife’s dealt its blows
W inning with my grief
I ncomparable though, to the pain of . . .
L ove.

L ove.
B arely a word, yet . . .
E ver does it echo the
R eality of a true heart

E ver gripped by my mind,
A ccosted by demons, yet . . .
L ove, beckoned.
I rresistibly.

S tepping tentatively,
E ver the cynic
D aring the whirlwind,
O f her intensity

N ever, in nine
L ifetimes, could I have known, a
Y earning, so powerfully compelling,
W ithout even a touch.

H ow can this be?
E ven as I ask, I . . .
N otice,
I don’t even care

A s was fated though,
M y heart was captured,
F ires were cooled,
I ce was broken.

N ow I have no fear.

A s always,
L ove does not kill demons,
L ove only soothes them
Y es, they are calm,
W ell, calmer.
I fear though,
T hey will never be silenced.

H is heart is strong though,
M ine as well.

Y et apart, I am only a part.

S oon however,
T ogether,
A lways,
R ealizing . . . wholeness, the true depths of my soul.