Saturday, July 9, 2011

loving me loving you...


Your blue eyes envelop
My brown skin, a desert
Blown away by soft words,
In the wind I feel the sun
Drawn to your lips, a touch
Separates the red moistness,
The paleness of your smile
I kiss, our cheeks brush
Hair running through fingers.

We look across wide blue
Eyes flashing, rasping silence
We sit in peace speechless,
Blinking at gentle brightness
Flowing love veins, a touch
Traces the raised blueness,
The forgiveness of laughter
Knows not, what we do
Grants me my salvation.

At work time shaves edges
Off no-one, standing still
Eyebrows raise departure,
The earth runs to the other
Arms outstretched, a touch
Lends your smile freshness,
The suppleness of a breast
I kiss, brushes my hair
loving me loving you.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Beside me in my arms

I kiss you as you lay there
beside me, not a word spoken
in the silence of our being,
you sleep quietly in my arms.

I touch you, your face turns
to face me, I feel your lips
touch mine as you lay beside me,
eyes closed in the stillness of the night.

I see you, now you have gone
as quickly as you had appeared
beside me as I woke to greet you,
the winter sun shone in brightly.

Beside me you came and went
yet still are with me in my heart.
the sails are raised in readiness
for the wind to carry you home.

I can feel you saying to me, Faith
will lead us on to peaceful union
my body, beside you in my arms
bumping gently, the waves of love.

Monday, June 27, 2011

fallen angels

Clipped wings they fell
Grace abandoned them,
Light their only hope now
to follow their own hearts,
Edge towards her beacon
Sit on a rocky outcrop
and dry their crooked fate.

Glance across the valley
sighting each the other,
Sit there high up, alone
the turmoil left below,
Calling across the stones
'I am here for you, take me'
In unison, echoing...

At first they were struck
by the rock, aloneness
She continued her gaze,
while his fell to his feet
soreness, outreached arm
'I will come, love is my heart'
Neck hairs rise to her call.

His eyes raised, stands tall
perched high above, looking
Across the valley she stands,
distance reduced in the mist
that descended in the night,
the sun now cutting bathes
folded wings, drying skin.

'I will come, love is my heart'
echoes 'round the mountain,
enrapt in threads of love
their silken wings now dry,
'Come my love, to paradise'
he called back to her
climbing across to him.

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Sunday, June 26, 2011

the entwining

For so long I sat in waiting
knowing that you'd come
with eyes that would see me
seeing you, in touching embrace
feel you touching up against,
my skin shivering, you far away.

A plane comes into land
One day uniting me, you
run fingers along, a shoulder
we'll kiss, a warm wind blows
stars around, dusting the sky
my head will rest, your cheek
will kiss my forehead gently.

Lines interweave the sky
as jet engines burble, silence
returns to you sitting there
quietly, I can see you seeing
what already 's been seen to,
you are looking at me.

I approach a gentle touch
raising skin in anticipation
on my arm reaching to touch
your slender arms that hold
drawing me closer, me head
rests, breasts soft as snow.

Entwined in words, faith
the thread that binds, love
the glue, paradise awaits
those who seek her, hearts
open to touch, the world
between us for the taking.

a beginning

a tide wells as your eyes look at me
looking at you, drawn to your touch
tender fingers brush back golden hair,
beyond your eyes that ask me to enter.
hands clasped in front, you look gazing
across the horizon, watching you seeing
me smell you smelling me from afar, lost 
words only that skim the surface, hearts
pound as hair touches hair, your lips
quiver steadily showing teeth, a tongue
bites a lip as you look down...


I want to leave you alone there in peace
pondering imponderables, words inscribe
you with love, a face that hides deepness
an angel on the wall peers down on you
sitting still your arm touches me touching
the hairs follicled on your forearm, touch
against your cheek resting against mine,
hands clasp necks, gently running hands
holding my neck softly,  kissing an ear 
spirited words hearten our breathing
lighting the space between our souls...


(c) pdjones 2011
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