The space that's left in the absences,
Of you.

The void that encompasses the all.

The moments between awake and asleep,
when you are still there.

The sound of you breathing, even
when you are gone.

Footsteps, echo and carry you away
from me.

The trick of the eye that sees you here
when you are not.

Amputation and loss, without you.

Missing you...



...moves me.

Don't touch me.

Don't touch me in this state
Of magnified toxicity.
Don't touch me in this place
Of excruciating pain.
Don't touch me with those words
Of lies dropped loose.
Don't touch me with those hands
Of bloodied hate.
Don't touch me in this soul
Crushed fine through time.
Dont touch me in this nightmare
Of split ghoulish worlds.

Just hold me from a distant time
Let healing take it's course.
Just hold me from a distant life
As memories remind.


Don't touch me.

A Private Hell


Shards of broken thoughts
Lie wasted on the path
Of temper
Held check too long.

Unleashed fury of history's
Scribed tomes.
Icebound deaths of dreams
Unspent.

Gritted jaw and blood filled eye
Seeking to defile.
Debris scattered to the wind
Silent howl grates harsh.

Inferno cauterise the wounds
Torn callous reality sated.
Stench of hypocrisy ripened
Heavy with contempt.

Sulphurous lies choke
Auditory heart.
Blind acrid faith
Abandoned in sodden trenches.

Avoided life, defunct belief
Charismatic destruction
Awaits softened soul
Willing to be plundered.



Lee.

Now that's what I call "dusting"...

(((Lee)))

Dreamscapes, and impressions,
left in the waking world.
Haunting, and carried
wherever the waking walk takes her.

Searching, and seeking,
disappointed and disillusioned.
Not to be ...
The dream will remain that.

She wears him as her talisman...
even if only a dream.
Faith.... thought dead,
only dormant.

Softly he teases that seed to bud....
a tiny shoot resurrected to life.
Drawn to the light of love.
She blooms.


He was always there...
never looking...
patiently waiting for her to appear.
As he knew she would.

Ten thousand sweets she's tasted.
Fruits and wines, wild honeys and nectars.

All of them bitter upon her tongue.
None the sweetness she craved.

Ten thousand songs she's heard.
Lyrics and tempos, beats and bass.

All of them raucous upon her ears.
None the sound she craved.

Ten thousand eyes she's seen.
Old and young, dark and light.

All of them empty upon her soul.
None the light she craved.


Ten thousand steps she's taken.
Sand, and pasture, forest and desert.

All of these places foreign.
None of them the home she craved.

For every taste, every sound, every sight, every step
was further away from him, that was always here.

One tentative step he took towards the horizon
Separating him, from all, his past

A single pair of eyes he saw
Gazing there, knew that, it was, too late

Hearing a song of nature's lullaby
Fat rain on leaves, the wind, and jumping fish

Scent of heavy ripe mango trees
Turning into wine

A taste of quite dark chocolate
Burnt, smooth, sweet, teasing to intoxicate

I felt you today,
in the length of my stride
matching the beat of my heart,
in the warmth of the sun upon my neck
and the caress of breeze around my skirts.

I heard you today,
in raucous laughter of kookaburra's joy,
in ocean's tempo on my shores
and in the silence of a butterfly's embrace.

I tasted you today,
in the succulence of late summer's peach,
in the salty brine of plump olives
and in the soft warm rain upon my lips.

I saw you today,
in the look of a lover's gaze,
in the blush of dawn's arousal
and in the brooding clouds, lazing on horizon.

I smelt you today,
in the wind, fierce and full of promise,
in the earth, warm and dusty underfoot
and in the excitement of a child's discovery.

I loved you today,
as I felt you,
heard you,
tasted you
and smelt you.


I loved you today.

Oh how the moon inspires so!

Her gentle gaze searing swathes upon one's soul.
The delicate softness wrenching truths buried deep.

Oh how the moon inspires so!

The lunacy of love's unfettered dance
Abandoning and surrendering one's heart with ease.

Oh how the moon inspires so!

What becomes of this insurmountable madness?
Nothing... that hadn't always been before.

Oh how the moon inspires so!

She asks for nothing but receives all offerings alike.
Tidal yearnings ebb and flow around her.

This full moon, she inspires me,




......to love.

Awww aswsome as always good to see you posting again

this day i loved
and learned to break
free like rain
washing myself
in ten thousand metres
of freefall in air

Starbusts of delight shimmer up the spine as
laughter ripples, rich and warm
to rest softly as a cloak upon her heart.

Ecstatic heat blazes in the lamplight of her
joyous smile, whispering promises of
stories yet to unfold.

A raised eyebrow is all it takes, to strike a gong
within her soul, reverberating to places,
long slumbered and forgotten.

His words wash over, enfolded in love, and promise
of subtle confidences, enrapture her breath
to burst forth upon her day.

His touch ten thousand miles soft,
whisper and curl around her cheek, as she bends
to feel him closer.

Oh the joy of wanting!

How easily we succumb...

Ahhhh, nestled down and snuggled in bliss reading of your you-ness.........

Miles may separate; yet thankfully, the heart still feels and hears the beat and beauty of truth; I'm sooooo very glad you do this!

(((Jess)))

Jesse642

Love the words you speak! Very good tallent!