Love is...

The finding of that which has always been missing...

Absolute and complete contentment...

The need to look no further...

The ability to have a complete conversation while never saying a word...

The locks to all the keys...

The keys to all the locks...

I Want to Breathe
by James Laughlin

I want to breathe you in

I'm not talking about
perfume or even the sweet odour

of your skin but of the
air itself I want to share

your air inhaling what you
exhale I'd like to be that

close two of us breathing
each other as one as that.

like a melody that hums herself
originating out of nothingness in me
but vibrating in my chest low and quietly
a lullaby is born
with a certain sadness
that only i can hear...

L'amour est aveugle

I love being in love!!!!

let me take you
into my arms smoothly
biceps against you
working firmly the lattisimus dorsi
moving up the trapezius
hands gathering these soft waves
in great bunches
behind your back
fingers working from the nape
relentlessly upward
tracing
the contour of a
beautiful mind
holding all of you
in the grasp of
this soft clasp

entwined around a flame
softness dripping though my fingers
cascading down my arms



the moment stays with you
nose to nose
eyes closed

What was that word, LOVE
that was great

Yessssssssssssssssss

~Cruel Depression~

run to me hurricane

gorge yourself on the delectable warm waters
where your crescendo builds to dizzying heights
and your inner wall wraps tightly
fiercely in an attempt to tear the sky

pull the vast ocean high into your calm center
and whip the spectators on your periphery
violent lashes and through your vast swells
they will come to know merciless fury

and bend like palms prostrating at evening prayers

for it is your season
and climate favors optimal development

so race to my shore and flood my glades
and devour my home and lay waste my estate
pound yourself against the earth and like the
meteor burns in utter consummation

exhaust yourself in a torrent
and lie gasping spent with soft rain

then drizzle and mist and fog and cool humid air
in the evening afterglow

while the swirl of a new wave
breaks free of the african coast
to surf the favorable current and
slake herself and devastate me again

it is nature's Way

~Sunday Night~

hee hee, she just peeked back in.
i am typing on my couch and she sneaks
downstairs with her pink blanket and
her arms full of plush playmates to
give me another kiss goodnight.

i know it is so great - but she kept
me up most of last night and so i was
falling asleep all day long...

she's nesting at the foot of the couch
now. settling in....

Love is the soft sighs..... the smell of woodsmoke in their hair.

The grubby face of too much fun, soot from firesticks.

Love is...... the silences.

Love is
Tears and Pain
Melded and mingled with
Sweet chocolates and luscious mangoes
The searing of flesh over a thousand flames of intensity
Light so blinding it pierces the very soul
Darkness so encompassing that breathing becomes difficult in the presence of the one
Love is
Life and death
And everything in between
Space and time ceasing to exist as fingers touch
It is everything and nothing
It becomes and dies in a single breath
It is large yet so small
It can fit in the palm of a hand and fill an entire room
Love is....being

ohhh jess & poetess

come sit beside me and let me tell you of
my mood

a smile is a petite ache
and laughter saddens

a little whisper taunts
but my friends nourish me
the words, my friends,
dramatic and colossal melody of love

O Fortuna,

Carmina Burana is what I hear tonight

~A Lover of Lovers~

A Lover of Lovers is a woman’s dream
A gentle offering, a playful tease

And a man’s fantasy

Her way is easy
Like morning loves sunshine

But just like darkness
She is always falling

For she is instinct
The instinct to give
Giving herself
Herself to her loves

Slipping quietly between the barn doors
Just to watch him, if only for a moment
Watch him as he works, his arms so strong
His back rippling with motion
So intent on his work, not noticing me
My breath catches in my throat as I watch him
I turn to go, not wanting to disturb him
Slipping out as quietly as I came in
Only to feel his arms wrap around my waist
Pulling me close to him, and he whispers softly
I always know when you are near for my heart sings an old song
known only by yours
And my breath catches because I know you watch with love and the need to simply just see me
Turning me now to face him , he kisses me softly and whispers again
When you think I am sleeping, I lay there, watching you as you write, and I watch you with love and the need to simply see you
Your heart singing that old song to mine when it too knows I am near

a poem is a lingering kiss,
the special ones are,
memorable

Love is,,,,

Imperfections of two Souls
Blending perfection