A woman...

 A woman welcomes a man inside her body

and she becomes a glorious feast for him

and he becomes a glorious feast for her

Her hands embrace him like the feathers of a swan

Her body is a temple where he resides in holy pilgrimage - 

a humble traveler to her holy womb.

A woman welcomes a man inside her body

She offers her breasts to his eyes and to his lips 

so he can drink her and be fed and be ecstatic with the joy of their love

She offers her hips and unfolds herself freely to him

like a garden of Eden long lost

like forgiveness, like the first 

breath he took beside her...

a woman welcomes a man inside her body

offering shelter

offering peace and safety

like a harbour

like a lighthouse

like a cave

inside her a man at last becomes God again...

Far far away

Now, let me tell you that here Is where I mostly love to stand. 

First, in the morning, there is the wine-like sea, green and blue

like eyes staring back at me. 

Then  later, I walk towards the red cliffs 

while memories dance around me and then jump - no use to try and stop them. 

Water moves endlessly azure and vast, tender and cruel 

 and It engulfs everything. 

As if everything remembered never lived.

Evening comes. The sun falls into the sea before me, 

shining and sharp like shattered glass, 

splinters of light fly everywhere, 

scattered across chaos, maybe... my thoughts...

Somewhere on a lonely planet 

there is a well inside a well 

and there lies the echo of my thoughts.

 

Back here, 

now there is also this earth, wet soil,

oregano and mint under the olive trees,

mercy and forgiveness and love --

and bees singing around me 

an ancient song, a whisper 

that speaks about

lost lovers,

and lizards crawling under stones, and wild pink oleanders.

Light is dancing with dust 

like the first day of Creation.

Then I see birds

I gaze high above into the passing clouds, without knowing why 

How did I get here? Where are we lost?

What did I miss, in this life? 

I ask and ask again but only the wind echoes softly

through the leaves of a lemon tree. 

There lies my answer.

Somewhere deep inside a well within a well

on a lonely dying planet far away, 

a rock drops 

and my dream cracks 

open in two.

China Fragile

Her heart is made of fine china porcelain

The love she feels is pure white

Her wounds spread, indigo blue, across the surface.

Sometimes,

she stands absolutely still in the middle of her sphere 

she can listen the world flowing outside her window

a river of noise and people 

coming and going 

She cannot stand the noise

nor the people 

nor the souls...

Then comes the rain

penetrating every little corner of her dream,

slowly drowning it into a deep sea of thoughts 

that they never seem right,

and they never seem wrong.

-What a mess, she whispers,

what a waste of life...

And then comes the funny part where she vows to start anew

to start living

to stop loving

to stop trusting

just to stop...

to stop...

to stop... 

After the rain ends

she remembers 

many years ago

how she have broken those vows

again

But the thing is, 

that the Now is waving to her from behind the crimson curtains

    wrapped in bandages made of the same mistakes 

--the only thing you repeat is the mistakes, 

you see. 

She feels sorry for her Then,

that once was  her Now.

Again, however, 

is at the door

smiling and waving

out

So she gives up 

and she follows

pretending

that she haven't heard 

and she haven't noticed

that last faded crack

of her fine

 china heart... 

Dreaming

Full Moon, Original Art by ©Dorina Costras - All rights reserved by the artist.

one dream, one truth
breaking this night in pieces
only you and me
and the moon
wearing a silver smile

Whispers

photo by © Michael Jurick, at  http://goo.gl/nThMj 

Let's whisper words of love

Lost in each other's arms

This night is blessing us with stars and fireflies

My lips on your lips

Your hands hold me softly 

We share the silence

This night keeps us safe

Hidden away from the world 

The moon is rising, blood red, from the horizon

Compassionate for the lovers

We move with every wave 

My heart full of you 

Your heart full of me 

Making love with the tide 

So soon, so soon

This night will pass and be gone 

forever...

Night child

 Moonlight Night - Christian Schloe

Tearing the veil of the night

i raise my hands to the stars

worshiping Love

in the only way i know

weaving shadows into starlight

Until the morning finds my dreams softly sleeping

in another life...

In my dream

John William Waterhouse, The Naiad, 1893

 

 

In my dream

I paint the night with your smile

and the shy stars in your eyes

Oh how i wish i could steal

the purple kiss 

that softly sleeps

on your lips

 - floating in silence...

 

 

Nocturne

"...Tonight the light at my feet

 flows on the grass in liquid silver waves

soft mists and crawling fog

     and the sea somewhere in the distance

 I count a few stars trapped between my fingers

as the moon hides wrapped inside a veil of clouds

wondering 

    It is not clear to me, the colored glass sorrow

 that  drips shaped in  prisms... 

                 But...
Here under this alien sky 
away from everything that I am,
into this night, I only want to dream of roses

Seagulls cry flying by. 
I can hear the trees whispering.
I can almost hear the distant voices of dead feelings 
or withering memories.
"This", i whisper to myself, "is a moment of truth".

All thoughts trapped into this deafening silence

 slowly spin around endlessly 
   like an ancient nebula 
    

Am I the universe looking at itself?

Do I  exist only inside the eyes of those who love me?...

My soul curls  naked under the old oak tree outside the window

hidden in a dream, she sleeps tired

              waiting for the rain

                 to gently wash away the moon dust..." 

Euphoria

Cherry Blossom in the Night, by Katsushika Oui

deliciously sweet
the frenzy of love into our veins
a taste of spring
under the velvet cherry trees
the world fades away in flowing petals

A quiet stream in winter

I love you

peacefully like a quiet stream

in winter

when everything is frozen

a blossom sleeps waiting for spring

love hibernation

traditional chinese silk watercolor painting, detail

love hibernation

under the falling snow

our dreams softly sleep ...

And now in Autumn as I wait

Lionello Balestrieri, The Kiss

And now, in Autumn, as I wait

for winter's hard and long cold days

my mind with your reflection plays

this evening late

The room in shadows, walls in grey

All colours blend in one blur knot

A vision painted with your thought,

flies by, astray

Some call it longing, or desire,

a madness send from gods above 

asking my heart, I name it love

a shiny fire

Thin purple leaves caress the moon

I smile to chase the clouds away

dreaming you will  beside me lay

loving me soon

Butterflies

Cymon and Iphigenia. Frederic Lord Leighton, 1884. The Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney 


Fluttering kisses

butterflies caught in the net of love

 - I dream of your  lips

Glowing

shimmering kisses

this love vibrates in deep waves

glowing

Discovery...

photo found at http://goo.gl/w5X4yU 

"...The verse was there inside a book long forgotten - "anthology of poetry" or something. Years were unkind to it.The once bright red colored cover -now a dead blood faded red.As if this paper relic bled to death before it ended inside this dusty graveyard of thoughts...

I opened it with care like touching the fragile bones of a woman who was loved once, as she was laying buried inside an ancient tomb...The edge of yellow rusted page turned to gold dust and was scattered by my breath across the room.

And there on the top of that corroded paper was...one single line , there, written by an unknown hand, in another life.

There, waiting for me to find it almost an eternity later, this line...

I felt them imprinted, almost flowing under my fingers, the words: "From the Thorn to the Rose..."

Suddenly i remembered your smile the last time you held me close...

The longing still so strong...

And then as the words were dancing inside my eyes flashing, I realized all at once that a long way of no return was spiraling inside my head, leading, always, to the pain of your thorn... "

Soliloquy under the stars

©Luyuphotography2015

swimming into a river of words

the moon slowly slips from the sky

and ejects my longing

straight into this mercurial night

It is not the stars nor the moon

that hold my thoughts captive

nor the galaxy that flows silent

filling my heart with a soft sweetness

dripping

distant and pale

like your arms around me when you sleep

You wonder if i love you 

you could just ask me  - when the stars were born?

the echo in my eyes would be the right answer

It is not the stars, my love

it is not the agony of being human

nor the pain of not being just the morning dew

nor the question what is the color of my heart

It is only me feeling small

almost transparent like a nocturnal crystal butterfly

fluttering inside your dreams

breathing in a distant constellation 

You wonder if I love you

I melt across the  horizon

giving you the answer

It is only me, 

feeling small...  

We all become small under the stars

White and Pure...

 white and pure
scented memory of your kiss
under the jasmine
it stays and dies between my lips
just to be born again inside my dream

She

original painting from Cykl AUREOLE Copyright © 2015 Karol Bak all rights reserved

Lost into the misty evening, floating among the shadows, the house is swimming into waves of silence.She rests on the sofa by the window, reading a book, or at least pretending she is reading it. For some time now it is forgotten, laying half open on her lap, a page folded in two like a pale origami bird waiting in between the pages to fly away around the room penetrating her thoughts. A mind full of images that buzz in the frequency of loving visions... Bodies that swirl and move spiraling in shapes and forms oozing the very essence of Love.

She sits peacefully absorbing this calm energy that runs inside her veins like a quiet river of fire. Memories dance in an array of shining icons, she can almost touch them as they appear and disappear inside her half sleeping mind...

Now a smile, a laughter of him as they have breakfast and she does a funny face with her mouth forming a kiss...Here a picture of her hands under the pillow as she sleeps and he's sneaking over her and caresses her shoulder... There, his lips going lower across her belly, then lower, seeking to gift her their unique pleasure...

Lost in these visions, she doesn't hear him when he is tiptoeing behind the sofa towards her... Suddenly his hands slip down from her chest to her waist... For a moment they rest cupping her breasts, feeling her heartbeat under her thin white shirt... He smells her hair, his lips on her ears sighing softly... She realizes that he loves to hold her like that, enjoying the sense of her skin covered by the cotton garment... She moves a bit and moans softly, happy by that touch, the feeling of him holding her, touching her flesh... They both look outside the window absorbing the moment, absorbing the intensity of the bodily contact... Her happiness fills him echoing into the silence. He feels complete, infiltrated into his every pore from her substance. For a fragment of time, he is she. Overwhelmed and surprised from his own feelings, he kisses her forehead saying nothing. The evening slowly gives its place to the darkness. They both watch the first star appear far away beyond their horizon, pinned on the blue sky. They both wait for this night to give flesh to their dreaming. Soon...

Summer Dreams

©luyuphotography2015

summer dreams

at the edge of my fingers

fairydust

Snow

by Russian photographer  ©Andrey Osokin

 

softly falling down

deep into a forest of memories -

compassionate  snow