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MY LOVER'S HANDS Noticing my lover's features when we first met... I was eventually drawn to His hands... As they held mine, in a shy tender, but firm Embrace... And I thought.... They were the most beautiful Hands.... I have ever seen... Not, because they belonged to My lover.... But... Because they were the hands of And Artist...... True to their Purpose.... Naked for all the world to see... Having to Atone......... to No One.... For their beauty..... their grace.... Their Promise.... That only a few chosen.... Have Experienced..... They reach out.... And keep reaching out Across the lonely years.... Seeking Contact Comfort.... Love..... Seeking someone to entwine in their smooth cool embrace.... Someone to hold onto if... not but.... for a season. Navita Gunter (c) ngunter@mail.state.tn.us **************************************************************** SITTING AT MY FEET Sitting at my feet you whispered in my ear There is something that I feel I must say and something I must hear. You looked into my eyes, Your soul was so near. You whispered in my ear "You are my angel... You are my walking dream... I love you... dear! Please share your heart with me... Please share your joy, Please share your tears... And I will hold your hand, I'll protect you from fears With all that I am, With all that I have, Because I love you... Because in you... Because I've met me in you... " And I hear me saying to you "My darling, I love you... Because in you... I've met me too!" I touched your face with my hand You touched my soul with your eyes And everything else disappeared... FireXFlesh (c) FireXFlesh@aol.com **************************************************************** IN THE MIDNIGHT HOUR i feel a chill wind blowing thru my blankets cuz since you left the folds of my physical stronghold nothing keeps my body warm enuff... in the midnight hour, i toss and turn and yes i burn with that internal fire this is white hot my deepest~wildest luv desire where is he who proved to be all i needed to cover me in the midnight hour? Bridgette Alyce (c) afreekan@hotmail.com **************************************************************** LONELY ECHO All that we could have been, All that we were- I cry a river for you, still. I see you- In the slope of a neck, the tone of a smile, In the length of a stride, You are In the heart of a melody curving with emotion. In this teardrop caressing my cheek, And in that stillness before sunrise, I feel you beside me still, and again I hear you In the raindrops, And in my heartbeat, And in the echoes of my loneliness, Longings for whispers of forever. You dream of me, for I come to you at night where memories join and mingle, with hopes of a rekindling, a re-tasting, a reconnecting of what was, and what is still, A tender love. And, Oh, how you loved me. And, Oh, how you are loved, still. Jacqueline McKay (c) Toine864@aol.com **************************************************************** THE WORLD HAS LET YOU DOWN As a child you looked for love And your search was met with confusion, caught in a love/not-love triangle. Your heart was strangled in the fear that love/not-love would rule. Your company was contrived. Figments were easier to live with; they always showed you love. Nurturing hands struggled to survive through lying lips. The world had let you down. A manchild grows in the heart of the city Striving to make a life To give life to the talents that are you But the past struggles to hold you there. Now your love/not-love of self prevails Opportunities thwarted before fruition Education rejected by the office of admission The world had let you down. Then baby and you and me make three Terror reigns in the heart of this man Tears rain on the pillowcase that catches two sleeping heads. What will you do? How can you love/ not-love yourself yet love and only love the two that slumber as you turn? How can you trust in something as fragile as love When the world has let you down. You don’t. You challenge love as truth reject love as trust create love as manipulation conjure love as control demonstrate love as confusion. You bring love/ not-love to a woman and child who need love and only love to grow in spirit and in truth. Under constant pressure the threesome torn asunder, you go on searching for a love too old to find. Never allowing it to flow, placing a strangle hold on what should have been given freely. You squeezed the breath out of love, then berated love for dying. Bludgeoned the sense out of love, then belittled love for seeking shelter from the turmoil of your inner storm. It’s hard to flourish Difficult to grow Impossible to love Until you have grieved Because the world has let you down. Ajani Kush (c) passage2000@hotmail.com **************************************************************** OUR ONLY HOPE... As we dance upon petals of fiery brilliance - Our bodies speak with an elusive, eloquence- An ancient tongue - long forgot - Delicate-yet-deafening. Cascading like a mountain stream off the edge of our World.... A summer’s rain begins to fall - Saturating gauzy threads against the smooth contours of our skin - Whispers flow off of our lips like a hot wind across a Desert... Light slides down in shattered fragments - Painting our skin with bronze decor. Visions fall from our fingertips... Stars, like promises - float from our eyes... Our bodies touch. Immortality - Our only hope... Eddie Allen (c) chasingtigger@yahoo.com **************************************************************** UNCONDITIONAL I want to hold you in my arms and rid your mind of the problems in this world. Hold out your hand and seek refuge in my eyes as the warmth caresses your soul. Listen to the wind deep inside -- They speak of an exotic island called Unconditional Love where our hearts rest surrounded by ice blue oceans of passion and blossoming trees that release scents of love. Unfold your fantasies and let your dreams come true. Click with me like that missing puzzle piece and allow our bodies to explore the Unconditional Seas. Keep your heart free from hate, your mind free of worry, live simply....expect little.... give much... Bridget Narcisse (c) qwyetst0rm@aol.com
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