LadyVashe

Love Poetry

"I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water and altered the color of my life."
~Emily Bronte"

The Fragility of Steel
Words are what I have.
I know the man you are.
Moments that mean nothing,
Fill with color to survive.
Nights stretch before me,
Hours crowd my days.
A stranger's hand,
Sponges clean my pain.
Unfettered, wandering.
The memory of lost passion
Never known, or to be.
A stumbling, missed ecstasy,
The words keep me alive.

Intoxicant
Wine, I know its caress,
of my senses it embraces.
My Muse it may withdraw.
But, this pink sugar,
a sparklin' cloud about,
inhaled it, I am now
lost.
Enraptured since, now captive.
Its delicate web a trance
I can breathe nothing else.
Sweetness on my lips
rememberence of my folly,
lost.

My Enlightenment
Did the Greek God attend me.
His mind like an open sieve.
I drank from him.
His words, like biting a swollen grape,
Drip and drench my chin.

I lap the epitaphes of Gods,
I horde the loves of SHE.
I wrap my soul in her lush embrace,
I set my yearning free.

Secret Garden
The door, locked, is the secret gate,
Behind somewhere, My Knight will wait.
My hand enclosed, a heart shaped key,
The moon the light by which to see.
My fingers search, the heart shaped plate,
I tremble so, to see his face.

The gate swings open, our secret garden,
Time alone is the only warden.
A court of green, the only witness,
To the truth of my hurried trespass.
A wall of green, the Maze of Sparten,
Each sound within, mine ears will harken.

Dark shadows crouch along the hedge,
My heart cries out to find our bed,
Whereon I'll see my loving Knight,
Whose in srtong arms I'll feel respite.
The next courtyard I see ahead,
And a flickering light, bright and red.

A fire banked, small licking flames,
I kneel beside, cry out his name.
A signal that our time's not come,
My heart still beats a tortured love.
No guilt for he, time is to blame.
I know my love, he aches the same.

Goodbye
What is this,
to love such a man.
Your breath
tremulous intake.
Passion's reverbration
I am lost.

Caught, in his
eye's embrace.
undulating, soft
sweet, tender kiss....
the warm curl,
of his breath.

All of your life's
moments, spilled.
Surrendered to bliss.
Melting into rapture.
All these words,
once foreign,
define you.

Moments

Hidden in the sheets.
Time closes door, lives diverge.
Maid collects silk lace.

Once whispered petals,
Most divine on my earlobes,
Now pressed on pages.