My New Life

You abandoned me to sit alone
as darkness fell once more,
wondering for what I should atone
when you walked out the door.

My life is full of tattered dreams,
and my body’s feeling blue;
you’re gone for good it seems
leaving me to brood and stew.

Telling me there’s someone new,
that nearly broke my heart;
I didn’t even have a clue
until we fell apart.

You left our world in a mess,
there was nothing I could do;
I always thought we’d pass the test
until this day was through.

But now that I’ve had some time to think,
about you loving another’s wife,
all I want is to have a drink,
and celebrate my new life.

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The Raging Sun

Dreams slip blindly
into the raging sun
of mind and heart.

Pieces of hope,
wishes pierced
from memory past,
into the future,
heart’s desire,
love enraged,
hate disarmed.

Each night dreaming
into day’s dawning.

Entreating, hoping
no more leaving.

Fighting, hating,
partnership dissolving.
Love absconding,
aloneness stealing
around my door.

Dreams die hard
in the raging sun.


 
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The Gift You Gave to Me

What is love, that we so easily speak, say so often?
We love pizza; we love to read; we love the lilac scent of summer-sweet air; we love the pit-patting of the rain on the roof. I must confess, I do enjoy all these things.

But none engender that twingey, semi-queasy feeling in my stomach, originating from the realization that you have touched something deep inside, changed me somehow; and that I would miss you, ache for you, if you were no longer here;

that wonder I feel at the slide of your hair-roughened skin against mine;
the comfortable, warm blanket feeling that cocoons me hearing your
sleep-snuffling breath as you lay beside me

the joy that suffuses me upon seeing your eyes lit with laughter;
the awe I feel when I notice the fire in your eyes, and recognize
the greed in your touch, the loving that flames and burns.

This, then, is what I love and the gift you gave to me.

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Heart’s Traffic

Do you ever wonder why there is no stoplight
directing the heart’s traffic?

In and out, expanding and contracting
as people arrive and depart
from the shores of our hearts.

Sometimes I wish there were conductors to inquire
‘where’s your ticket?’; to vanquish the
unexpected train-hoppers.

But, what would we become with tollgates barring
heart and soul, but a barren wasteland
empty and cold.

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Poetry Challenge 2009: Day 14 / Two for Tuesday: prompt - love / anti-love poem

Fire in the Night

You come to me, hold me close,
Breathe softly across my skin,
Caress each curve with dancing fingers
Soft as moonlight,
While a jasmine wind sighs through
Our room.

You come to me, merge with me,
Breath to breath, fevered skin burning,
Heartbeats twinning, hands buried
In my hair,
Tenderly murmuring words beloved
By hopeful ears.

You come to me with open heart
And loving touch, wondrous mind,
Anchor and solace, future’s dream,
Cherishing me,
Warming me like a fire
In the night.

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