Great Divide

You’re stirring
On the other side
Of our great divide
Your movements slow
Unpredictable
Your face a sullen mask
Once displaying anger
And now melancholy
I’m never certain
Which it will be
Please don’t
Don’t attempt to cross
The tattered bridge that
Still holds our souls connection
You’ll fall…we’ll fall
And I no longer wish to
Still too fragile and unable
To say no
The once beautiful waters
Have receded
Leaving nothing but
Scars in the walls that
Once held it true
A mass of wounds
Healing yet not healed
It’s not wise to disturb
The fresh balance achieved
Flowers will bloom again
Without the water
They once craved
My fragile line
Has been drawn
Stay on your side
Of our great divide
Your guilty hands
Can only bring harm

Ribbons

Tendrils of seduction
Radiate from your touch
Hot and wet
Moist with sweat
Palpable desire
Rolling your body
Against mine
Sinking inside
Sweet intoxicating
Irresistible heat
Our souls combine
Dancing tongues
Endless pleasures
Ribbons of need
Spiral around meeting hips
Divine pressure builds
Knotting our essence
The bow is tied

Forgotten Names

Wind whispers through low towers

Cluttering the ground in a

Row

Caressing souls who lay sleeping

Alone

Encased in hallowed ground gone

Cold and hard from years passed

Moss grows between

Cracks scored in stone from

Endless tears shed over

Wilted flowers left behind by weeping hearts unknown

Angels

Flit and flutter by

Gazing from above

Taking those ready by the hand

Guiding them home

Very few left behind

Those

Refusing to go

Wandering

Searching

Seeking yet never finding

Damning their own souls

Restless within this cold hollow ground

Doomed

The walking death they deny

Shedding tears upon wilted flowers

Staring in disbelief

Their name they see carved in marbled stone

Cries lost and unheard among

Winding winds

I hear them

Whispering to me around and through

Stone towers of decay

Fingertips caressing forgotten names

Strangled moss

Wilted flowers

Held in place tightly

Fed by their

Denial

Holding them in my heart

Speaking their names

Quietly weeping

Their souls wrap around my warmth

Feeding from me

Taking what they seek

Finally ready

Gazing from above

Taking them by the hand

Guiding them home

The Dance

Two souls drifting, lost and seeking

Wandering aimlessly and unnoticed

One single moment in time the accidental finding occurs

Wrapped in moonlight they perform their dance of words

Behind a painted screen, pining in secrecy

Hidden from site love blooms beyond all expectation

A feral need, coated in bittersweet sensuality

Never to be fulfilled

Their love becoming a never ending abyss

Two souls still drifting, no longer seeking

Together inside the song

Separated only by reality

Stealing moments in time to hide within

The dancer and her muse