Fantasy

Aug. 3rd, 2007 10:46 pm
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A promised distance keeps you from my bed.
At times I wonder what we have begun;
where flesh could be lies fantasy instead.


I understand your words, said and unsaid:
what's never done can never be undone.
A promised distance keeps you from my bed.

I've tasted you in every tear I've shed
and felt your lips on mine, warm as the sun.
Where flesh could be lies fantasy instead.

Between us is a long and sturdy thread,
love once born in words and finely spun.
A promised distance keeps you from my bed.

I feel your heartbeat underneath my head,
but when I seek your skin my lips find none;
where flesh could be lies fantasy instead.

I find that we are somehow strangely wed,
although in dreams alone we breathe as one.
A promised distance keeps you from my bed;
where flesh should be lies fantasy instead.

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I shiver with a song you've left unsung.
Your eyes are dancing in the candlelight--
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

The bells that greet the evening hours have rung.
You words are trapped in courtesy, too polite;
I shiver with a song you've left unsung.

I am impatient, though the night is young;
a scent like longing promises delight,
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

One touch; you startle as if you've been stung:
a fledgling bird preparing to take flight.
I shiver with a song you've left unsung.

To your warm skin a honeyed taste has clung,
a silken sweetness begging me to bite--
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

A thousand whispered secrets are among
the many pleasures promised by this night.
I shiver with a song you've left unsung;
invitation, soft as sugar on the tongue.

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You found a truth once hidden far from view
and wore it close, a new and changing skin.
As truth is beauty, beauty graces you.

No simple search would lead you inward to
those depths, but still you dove within
and found a truth once hidden far from view.

A single change can right a world askew;
a life can end as quickly as begin.
As truth is beauty, beauty graces you.

You lived a life of love, although you knew
that given time its fabric would wear thin:
you'd find a truth once hidden far from view.

You sought the sea, the salt, the deep taboo
like any ocean's child, roanish kin;
as truth is beauty, beauty graces you.

All life is change, and change is no less true
than soft and secret hide, than selkie-skin.
You found a truth you'd hidden far from view;
as truth is beauty, beauty graces you.

 

Mothersong

May. 6th, 2007 11:07 pm
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A whispered wind, a soft remembered sigh,
an endless story penned in blood and tears.
The eagle’s wings are sharp against the sky.

We tell a tale of women, you and I,
connected womb to womb across the years:
a whispered wind, a soft remembered sigh.

In watching you, I learned that I could fly.
The earth beneath our feet belied my fears—
the eagle’s wings are sharp against the sky.

Our silent story stands in mute reply
to life, a song in stillness; I can hear
a whispered wind, a soft remembered sigh.

If I track your gaze and even pass it by
I’ll never in this life lack for frontiers.
The eagle’s wings are sharp against the sky.

Someday I hope another daughter’s cry
will echo in my arms and toward your ears,
a whispered wind, a soft remembered sigh;
the eagle’s wings are sharp against the sky.

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