Redux
damn plane, late again
waiting for my love, again
it’s been long enough
Originally published September 21, 2018, on I Write Her.
Tag: lovers
Steadfast
Redux
There’s comfort as I bathe in your loyalty.
I can count on your faithfulness to the script we are writing.
This love story of commitment and devotion is like none other.
I adore your dedication to our cause.
I can depend on you, my reliable partner.
You’ve been steady, for the most part.
True to me, for the most part.
A constant when the world wasn’t.
My staunch champion, solidly there for me.
I think you can be trusted.
Originally published 9/18/2018 on I Write Her.
Reblogs – Penny Wilson & Charles Robert Lindholm and Angelique Rose
Great love can bring out the best and the worse in us…
When I Dream by Penny Wilson & Charles Robert Lindholm
When
I Dream
It’s About You
always has been just
You
No
other person
could ever be
my one and only
Love
I Became a Person That I Didn’t Recognize by Angelique Rose
I walked through golden lit coals without falter
.
.
I burned through the walls of poison ivy without a scratch
.
.
Even being stoned and beaten without release
Was not a match
.
.
My shoulders straight back
My chin never defeated
.
.
I trekked through this life with my head held high
My conscience pure
I had all I needed
.
.
But yesterday
Your fingers slowly released mine
.
.
What was once interlaced
And intertwined
.
.
Was now empty and free
Our love
No longer clandestine
.
.
I felt my legs weak
My hands fumbled
My speech so lost
I stumbled
.
.
Without the support of your grasp
I lost the ground beneath me
I lost the sky above me
Everything I thought I needed
I couldn’t see
.
.
Across the golden lit coals
I cried
Crawled
Despised
.
.
I became a person
That I did not recognize
Reblogs – DoRee MelNic & Ramblings of a Fragile Mind
It’s not the thing that is romantic or just filled with sexual tension; it’s when our bodies, minds, and instincts agree—there’s something substantive and wonderful there. It’s worth pursuing and preserving.
Struck by Ramblings of a Fragile Mind
All
my
life
I’ve
waited
for this
The
feeling
of certainty
That
thunderbolt
kiss
I woke up still feeling the touch
That visited in my dreams
Delicate and flirty
Intentional and every bit a surprise
I shifted and
Closed my eyes
Do Over
Redux
I
wish I
could go back.
Fix what I did.
I’d unbreak your heart, make it whole again.
Originally published 9/4/2018 on I Write Her.
Her Heart
in searching for comfort
found was a warm blanket of love
wrapping around my heart
an offering of safety and security
halting all the fears
at the door of our home
our intense passion flowed both ways
gifting each other expressions of nourishment
and declarations of love with our minds and bodies
then…
the roaring waves became still
more like the ebb of ripples in a pond
lapping up against me
and like carved sand on a shoreline
the deep impressions left behind
slowly washed away
leaving only one set of footprints
Reblogs – Michelle Ayon Navajas & Ramblings of a Fragile Mind
Sometimes it all just gets to be too much…
Here we go again by Michelle Ayon Navajas
here we are again challenged to confront
the things that we long wish to forget
the obstacles we struggle to get over
the pains we never get to surrender.
here we are again in a world of never-ending
regrets to what was supposed to be a beginning
regrets to what could have been’s instead
if we weren’t dumb and stupid.
here we are again in a cycle of wondering
will we ever get to the end of our suffering
will we ever get to give up
just love forever and never stop?
The Railway Line by Ramblings of a Fragile Mind
I
shouldn’t
need to
tell you
again
You
must
already
know
I
don’t
want to
be here
anymore
Please
just
let me
go
Hear Her
she feels tormented
listen to the words she sings
her heart is broken
Reblogs – Laura Denise & Penny Wilson
Life is difficult to traverse but so much easier when love is near. When you find it, hold on.
The Light of Your Love by Laura Denise
The light of your love
casts shadows upon
those other times and feelings
I thought I knew
what love was,
or perhaps it was love
but not of the purest,
for the white blooms
that I have been drawn to
now encompass
our joined spirit,
and that is how
I always hoped
love would be:
a spirituality
transcending
far beyond
earth’s reach.
This love of ours
is no fairy tale,
no dream;
it is a reality
that exceeds anything
I could ever
mortally perceive–
holy union,
reunion,
remerging of souls,
the light of our auras
combining to form
the portal home
to the next level,
and in that moment,
love becomes
christened,
and we ascend
as one
into our immortal
beginning;
this time
our fusion
will withstand
all partings,
for we achieved
the highest
form in history.
Come, my love,
let us take this
to even higher heights;
the heavens
have anointed us as
Love’s Very Design.
It’s Always You by Penny Wilson
I wonder why when I dream, it’s always of you
You were the one. The one I said forever to
Years have passed without your smile
I’m resigned to navigate the days and nights in solitude
My heart aches anew each time it realizes that you’re gone
I tend to romanticize the past leaving out those rough times, on purpose
The good times were good enough to live on in my memory
Decades later when I dream it’s always of you
It’s good to know that you really are the forever one
The one I’ll always dream of
Reblogs – Christine Bolton & Michelle Navajas
Some relationships are awful, and some are great. Love sure is a gamble.
It Takes Two to Tango by Christine Bolton
A tango of emotions
in my heart
My nervous system
runs on high alert
and my mind feels like
it was struck by lightning
Your magnetic force
is like rubbing against
sharp edges
of bad feelings
Revelations come
rushing in
I have had enough
love me
without
limit.
hold me
without
disgust.
kiss me
with
passion.
embrace me
with
devotion.
together
we breathe life
to a new beginning.
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