Heart Pauses

Heart pauses at the beauty,
while skirting the desert
floor, my heart and mind
begged for relief from duty
on distant shore.

From where did the memory
of your tender touch reach
through fog in my mind, and
strip my sight of mornings
light as though nite had
never come.

Where was the taste of your
sweet tongue as I sought for
my life’s measure, did not
you pledge your gift of life
and to this our endless
pleasure.

The summer sun is hottest when
it promises growing power, while
i think on ways we might enjoy
the passing days touching hour
by hour.

Gwen

Gwen

I turned to the bar and you were there,
waiting patiently for your order to be
filled. I gathered my senses my heart
was light as a feather seeing you gave
me a thrill.

I wondered have you returned to walk
your path as it was destined for you.

Would it be crass, froward or rude if
I walked up and spoke to you two.

Would I upset your plans or the image
you wanted to set, if minutes I stole
were a few; might those who love,
protect, and provide for you understand
the depth of this view.

Why was I not there to please you that
night and show you the respect you were
due, perhaps to share numbers and explore
natures endless wonders, we might not be
judged harshly – say true.

You are here now at least your image is
here, beautiful, serene with poise.

walking with grace and dignity of place
your reality was fully enjoyed.

I wonder now where did you go, are our
futures slated to pass, or did fate
steal you away selfishly, once more,
and into anothers grasp.

Alyssa

I saw the dark tousled locks as
they bounced with every step;
I hoped that the dark eyed beauty
would be she who rippled my emotions
until I wept.

I could not see your face, the
continuous movement of the crowds
was at a furious pace.

I only know and this was true,
you had long held sway binding
away for a future day my endless love for you.

I am not offended by this burden
of desire,
remembering our embraces which
I still feel should have lasted for hours.

I am not ashamed at the whirlwind of
thoughts I am fighting to control,
with each dark curl moving to and
fro,
like the member of a dance team
who knows where each person goes.

I saw and felt your round face,
the stolen hugs we shared were
a shower of grace.

I could not steady my legs,
having fallen in to the power of
your spell;
I grasped the railing tighter and
tighter wondering if this dizzying
weakness was what the leapers
sense before throwing away their
lives to oblivion without a yell.

My heart stumbles and I happily
except any comeuppance that is
due,
since it was I alone who in a headlong
rush became hopelessly entangled in
you.

Forget piety, ignore convention and
the social norm, I think displaying my
love for you before all would be considered
bad form.

I could taste your perfume still as though
a part of my life, I can still feel your body
pressed against mine, the warmth from your
neck beautiful, the hair cascading
down,

I feel you breathe, chest rising and
falling, I am comforted seemingly
secure, sheltered and safe, I have
found my nirvana, no longer is there
strife.

I can close my eyes when I embrace
you feeling myself drowning in the
passion I have created, like a clear
dark pool that awaits my body slipping
under my final prayer is that
I hope, never found.

Turning for another glance, I see the curls
bouncing like wayward children
each to his own, my heart beating faster,
my breath can’t keep up, my
grip on reason is long past due;

the crowds thin for a moment and
the tousled hair is in full view, rounded face
with alluring eyes turn my way as lips part
with a beautiful smile;

I return the smile and turn away so
my tears would not show, sadly
shattered, my heart in tatters;

it wasn’t you, it wasn’t you.

Poetry Thursday