My Desire
I surrender my soul to you,
do with me as you will.
Your power frightens me,
and yet it gives me warmth and comfort.
I yearn to be in your embrace.

Your smile haunts my memory,
a momentary image.
that  cannot be captured.
Images of you race through my mind,
as the  warm sound of your voice quickens my desire.

Imagination is my companion,
the unknown and untouched.
Inviting our skin to connect,
my amusement lingers on your lips.
Do I feel its softness?

Glimmers of desire fall across my heart,
teasing me with fulfillment.
Falling into my thoughts,
you dwell there.
A presence felt, not seen.

I desire to lie next to you,
to gaze at your sleeping face.
Tasting your sweetness,
as I fill my passion.
Together we feel the pulse.

A glimpse of radiant smiles,
glistening skins moving,
touching and exploring
our deepest desires.

I wish of meadows,
where we lay watching stars.
The changing of darkness into light,
as the sun warms our entangled bodies.
My desire is endless.



J.W. Waterhouse-Hamadryad
Anonymous
I am the kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.

I am the daughter of the elements
With whom winter has conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
reared in the lap of summer and I
slept   in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colours, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the  eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for  wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.
More poetry from
the heart...
Kahlil Gibran