For someone that writes romance I can be cynical at times in my other life as a would-be-poet. Underneath that though as my books will testify (at least I certainly hope so) the romantic can’t help herself and has to speak up. The world is so much nicer when love leads the way. Here’s one for the cynics and one for the hopefuls. Happy Valentine’s Day.
Romantic Fantasy
One look and it seems
Enough.
One touch and the magician
Lives.
No doubts
No insecurities
Joy reigns
Bubbling infectious domino
Effect.
My pillows hit the wooden floor
My mobile calls my name.
Ha! I was dreaming.
What a God damned shame!
Binary Opposition
We were a union made to explore
One heartbeat,
strong and sure.
A physicality to be admired,
a truism of mind and core.
One of us dissipated,
Melted, dissolved but essence
Remained and that one of us
Was left alone to
Inhabit that secret place.
Made to stay there,
Alone, afraid
and in the dark
To be ignored, deplored and
Hopefully let me escape your mark
Only to find I shudder, for you are
Ingrained, you colour my blood,
You are the language that explains me
And you have the right not
To be starved by my frightened soul.
Come, take your light.
Don’t be alone.
Join me now
For we are meant to be
And this time I will allow
Your Growth,
and I will
Not call your goodness weak,
And I will
not be afraid to love
Completely, unconditionally
With all that I am
for I am tired
And can no longer
play the game
On
this broken stage
by myself.
Alla prossima,
Barb
Ha, it was a dream. Yes, our mobile devices are always interrupting something. Happy Valentine’s Day!