Two Hearts

"Now til the foreseeable future..."

Two hearts So far apart, Separated by a vast sea, Rampant storms, torrid currents. Yet they beat harmoniously as One And only One. Two minds, two souls Entwined like delicate lace, Beautiful but complicated, Strong but fragile. Each passing day...

Blind Vision

"How she got here is not as important as her being here"

She is all blind visionHow she got here is not as important as her being here He thought she would smash the fine chinaInstead she had knownThey always know Had she known herself?Tried to tame the uncontrollableAfraid of her own carnal...

You stand there, dripping, all tied up, leaving me with so many places to go. Blindfolded, your senses heightened. You squirm in your restraints, not wanting to be free. My mouth begins to water as I drop to my knees,...

Pining

"i love being from the south"

Pining is such an old fashioned word and yet, it is truly my experience. I rock on my front porch, fan myself languidly, and sigh. My desire is that you come sit beside me on my porch swing and hold...

Laying Here Awake

"It has been a long time...."

Laying Here Awake I lay here awake Unable to sleep and I have my Master on my mind, As I do every day. Oh I know it’s "as it should be" And “of course", And all those answers You always...

A River We Can’t Cross

"Lovers who can't reach each other"

A river is between us--too deep and dark and swift to swimand not be swept away.We do not know the river’s source,but there it is--sometimes calm,sometimes raging from a storm.We see each other on our shores,busy in our lives.We wave...

A Personal Ad

"Placng a personal ad and wondering what you're doing"

What was I thinking when I placed that ad, “man seeking woman.” Was I going mad? I never did a thing like that before, but suddenly I opened up the door I’d closed and hung myself out on the line,...

Do To Me

"To my lover..."

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Strike a match. Kindle the little lantern. Banish the ugly hum of humanity’s obnoxious glare, and leave the little watchlight of flame flickering....

Song of Magic

"there are all kinds of magic"

Lying naked in the leaves outside the garden wall I hear strings and horns in the sound of the limbs blowing, the meandering creek and wind in hollow trees. Your voice sings the melody in a minor key speaking feelings...