The Communion (Of Souls)

 

"For it was not into my ear you whispered but into my heart, It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul"                                                              Judy Garland  

Your whispers

flutter inside 

my heart

I drink deeply

from your lips

drenching

my soul

with 

your kisses

Quenching

my thirst

Nurturing

my desire

Your loving

leaves me weak

with hunger

I devour

your ardour

savouring

each pleasure

With each 

ecstasy

our souls 

ascend

A communion

of essences

merging

becoming one

basking 

in the afterglow

of our love

© Rose

       

Poetry Without Words

Without words

Without rhyme

A composition

of love poems

Your kisses

warm lapping waves

whispering

fluttering

quivering

upon my skin

Your touch

gentle as the moon

upon the ocean

rippling

ebbing

flowing

Your sighs

wind swept waves

rising

falling

heaving

An undulation

of passion

spiralling

swelling

surging

Soaring

to a crescendo

The climax

of your love poem

Versifying

your love

for me

© Rose

The Mutant

Nature buries 

her dead

with compassion

With contempt

Cadavers become

Mutilated wombs

embalmed in leaves

Death breeding life

Genetic mutations

Metamorphosing

into mutants

That prey 

on imagination

© Rose

Dandelion Moon Bench

on dark winter nights

I blow my kisses to you

like seeds on the wind

© Rose

Monday Blahs...

Tell me why ... I don't like Mondays...

Mondays I feel the way I look

I should remember in future that on weekends  one should never drink on an empty head...

Shock me say something intelligent...Remember its Monday

Are those your legs? Or are you riding a chicken?

Still

the sun still rises

in rays of golden light

the rain still falls

in gentle whispers

touching the night

i still dream of you

© Rose

Matchstick Girl

Matchstick Girl

hear the forest call

The wind moans

around the trees

Under the leaves

the beetles crawl

Matchstick Girl

follow the sound

Around the trees

Under the leaves

Where the shadows fall

across the ground

Matchstick Girl

see the dancing flame

Around the trees

Under the leaves

Higher and higher

The blazing fire

Matchstick Girl

You'll get the blame

It's still the same

old wicked game

Matchstick Girl

that's your name

'Matchstick Girl

she started the fire!'

'Matchstick Girl

she's such a liar!'

'Lock her up till she dies!

She says she hears

the forest's cries!'

Matchstick Girl

It's not your fault

as you cannot fight

the elemental result

of this ancient rite

Matchstick Girl

dry your tears

truly blessed

is she who hears

© Rose

Dandelion Moon

reflections of love;

casting a spell on lovers

a dandelion moon

© Rose