the torrential rush–
the merging of two rivers
caught in collision,
tumbling, falling,
submerged and subsumed–
then the stream faltered
into a trickle,
leaving only the salt
of tears long dried out.
sometimes
the bouy bobs and drifts,
still afloat
in a small pond.
She catches a sob,
wiping the lonely tear
before it falls for him
again.
ethereal light–
your distance tonight
rides the back of Winter’s chill
yet in your fullness
is the womb’s promise–
deliverance of a beating pulse
why then this feeling?
this desolation and doom–
weighing heavily in the dark
as you rise in the heavens–
spread your nurturing warmth
to those whom you have given birth
swaddle them gently–
nurse them with your loving care
and as you lay them down to sleep
dispose of their wasted fears…
It’s like a magical trick
When I type, then you click
When you suddenly cross my mind
Your puzzle messages I find
Trapped in your own juxtaposition
You fire your blank ammunition
Straight at my simmering heart
Confessional-stained ink in your art
You want to leave, but keep returning
For the love you are still yearning
I know how conflicted you’re feeling
Because that same love has me reeling
I’m still trying to find my own way
Uncertain if you should return and stay
It’s the aura of love that magnetizes
And soul’s longing that hypnotizes
In my shades of violet and blue
I’m still here love– waiting for you…
But you’ll need to calibrate the dark shades
That you flaunt in dazzling white charades
I see your true colours…
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