A vintage love affair

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

~ Desennium-love ~

I lost my heart

on an island in Greece,

between rocks

- overflowing with shells and sand –

adjacent to high tide’s froth.

We were just friends,

but in your arms you showed me

the island’s treasures,

and in your eyes I read more

than I should have...

Deep within my beating heart,

I already knew the answer:

It was the beginning of a pre-determined plan;

an everlasting love

that would flame on high

after all those empty lonely years spent apart.

A decade has passed…

and there you stand again;

leaning against the doorframe in a masculine way,

whilst two lushgreen eyes

scan my every move with tenderness –

just like that first day:

And I knew it was worth the while

to wait for my Greek god’s return...

Friday, November 2, 2012

~ In the eye of the storm ~

Never before have I yearned

with such earnest

to be caught in the eye of the storm,

as our wings get scathed along the edges

of insane harmony.

Sensing the dangerous protection in your hands

as you so masterfully sketch with kisses

- painting in colours of red and gold –

creating a masterpiece of the deepest greens and blue:

Recreating a me and you...

Take me to the ocean

and break over me;

slicing my soul

with the greatest of ease...

Take me to flight

and I will fear no wind

as we soar on wings of love...

Mould me to new clay

as I fold myself around you –

breaking the old;

transforming to new...

One look,

one touch,

one second - eons long;

as I breach the barrier of sanity

and echo in freedoms’ plight

never to be rescued.

Hold me captive as you rein me in,

closer to that raging contented heart.

Contaminate my soul

with glorious peace

as the eye beckons us closer still:

Beating.

Breathing.

Silence,

but for two hearts

galloping across the lover’s plane.

Turbulence found in the seclusion of love

at the feet of Aphrodite -

where my skies

find your pastures of green...

Monday, October 8, 2012

~ Consolation ~

The dark descended upon me

before I even realised it was there:

longing so scorchingly painful

it literally tore my heart apart…

I stretch my hand out to the place next to me

where you just lay

- a second,

a minute,

a lifetime ago -

and it goes void in me:

empty…

I have a soft goodbye kiss on my lips

to go by;

to carry as torch

through the grey gloom of day.

I never could understand

how such a small amount of time,

could transcend into such pain -

an ache só deep…

Remedied only by your warm embrace,

being cradled in your arms -

your heartbeat beneath my ear;

lulling my soul to peace:

I find my solace

in your sweet love.

Monday, October 1, 2012

~ One night in Paris ~

How could I ever forget

our shared lovers kisses;

like heaven sent manna

you let it rain over my hungry body:

You gave

and I took…

The oil of crushed rose petals

hung heavy and intoxicating in the air,

mixed with the musky scent

of our love shared...

The rhythmic creaking

of the leather sofa

still resounds in my dreams,

and our midnight sweat that swirled my navel

- sliding in streams down my sides –

threatens to drown me

in my memories...

The primitive sound in your voice,

as you cried my name,

still reverberates

in my half awake state;

the most beautiful sound

that echoes throughout the universe

until the end of days.

We were placed under a magic spell

– that night in Ol’ Paris –

a love fest etched

in this turbulent soul of mine;

moments stored away in our memory box

for days when the longing gets too much

and my heart cries

for a brand new dawn...

Monday, September 24, 2012

~ Cloaked-in passion ~

I miss your warm breath

when you whispered in my neck,

I miss your lips against my own

as your tongue danced a passionate tango

with mine...

I miss the love sonnets

you murmured in my awakening ear;

and I miss the meaning thereof...

I long for your rugged hands

glided over my satin dress,

as your fingers created a scorching trail

to my inner thigh...

I miss your muscled arms

that bulged as you picked me up

to lay me down on our love cloak

in front of the hearth...

I remember your silhouette

against the peeling wall,

as you slowly discarded my chemise,

with fiery kisses

following the naked path...

I remember how it fell

in a crumpled red heap on the floor

and the flame of our passion reflected

in the chandelier in our heaven above...

I crave the fulfilment

only YOU can bring;

for the racing of our heartbeats

- the oneness -

when our souls collide

in bodies combined...

I hunger for the silent reverie

I find in your embrace –

your love offering to my heart:

from a husband to his wife...

Thursday, September 13, 2012

~ Another morning ~

The sunlight's warm fingers,

woke us with a soft caress

from our slumbered dreams,

but couldn't melt the pomegranate red strings

that binds us together

into mere memories. . .

The smiling sun hanging in heaven,

set the primrose's dewy tears to flame,

as it shares our moonlit passion -

forming it to a perfect pearl

as token of our undying love. . .

Stolen moments,

shared moments,

dream moments,

become a reality;

waiting to be born. . .

Monday, August 20, 2012

~ Arabian nights of passion ~

An Arabian Prince abducted my heart

with a smile that melted my soul;

winning me over with rose petals

on heaven's bed

below clouds of billowing white. . .

When he touched me,

he caressed my soul

and I knew anew he was the one -

the one to forever hold the key to my heart. . .

He loves me with tenderness;

with blazing fire

and surrenders me to waves of passion,

until we crash;

spent on the shores of love.