Lori's blog: "Poetry By Lori"

Prelude to Passion

Let me describe
what I have in mind.
A couple hours
exiled from the world,
an afternoon of love.
Candles, music,
a bed, food, drink,
you and me.
Alone.
Together.
No one else
to penetrate our paradise.

Let me lay you down.
Climb on top.
Lean down to kiss you.
My hair will protect us
from the evil
outside the room.
It’ll be a barrier
made of steel.
My hands,
on each side of your head,
powerful,
soft guns.
They will touch,
caress
places which haven’t
been felt in a while.

Let me kiss
your birthmark,
scars, lips,
chest, fingers,
manhood.
Every inch that makes you
you.
My lips,
all over your body,
will seal your life to mine.
They will give you
the strength to
make it to the end.
Allow my lips
to heal you from
the outside in.

Touch my body.
Caress my thighs.
Wrap my legs
around your waist.
Enter my heaven
on earth.
Be still.
Relish the feeling
of becoming part of
one
which never existed before.
My body
will be your home
away from home.
Allow my essence
to fill the darkness
inside us both.

Connect with me
as only you can.
Lets take turns
climbing the oasis
together.
To explode
in glorious red and purple fireworks.
Don’t let people
define who, and what,
we are to each other.
As far as I’m concerned
you are the salt of my earth.

© June 30, 2009 by Lori

I'm a part of a number of writing groups. Most of them have some kind of challenge. Sunday one was issued where we were to write a four verse couplet poem. Though I don't have to explain for most, a couplet is a matching meter and rhyme poem. You have the same syllables in a two line stanza with the ending word rhyming pattern. I originally started with this poem. It was to long. I liked it so much I decided to use it for this week's Poetry Wednesday.

Though this poem is LOOSELY based on me it isn't entirely. I am not about to attempt suicide. I'm not longing for love. And I'm not depressed. Let me give you some background. I may not have make the images sharp enough.

All this woman knows is depression. Life has beaten her down and she thinks she can't get any lower. The winds have come and scattered her dreams. Love doesn't know her name. She has no value, importance, or self-esteem. She's basically a shell of a woman playing at living life. She's dead inside.

On night she goes to the lake to take her life. She's had enough of the inner demons, the pity parties she throws for herself, and the total lack of disregard from everyone in her life. She thinks she would be better off died. At least that's what her mind is telling her.

Inside she's silently praying for a miracle to happen. She doesn't think she's worth saving, but nonetheless it's the only hope she has. She's turned her back on religion, but prays someone is listening to the silent call of her heart and soul.

A vision appears before her. Her shame can't compare with the beauty before her. Love pours from the spirit. It tells her any, and all, love is a gift and she needs to embrace it here on earth to completely understand the love of the Father in heaven. It tells her she's not as bad as she seems to think she is. And that there is beauty to be seen if she were to only open her eyes.

It disappears and she sees the error of her ways. She falls to her knees sobbing, begging, forgiveness for what she was about to do and had been thinking. She finds she loves herself to much to destroy the gift of life and wants more out of the life she almost destroyed.

When morning comes her beloved finds her on the beach. He rushes to her and says he's been looking for her all night. He gazes into her eyes and sees a new light. He smiles at the changes he sees.

She came to terms with life during the night and is REALLY ready to understand where his love comes from. She wants to grasp that love and release herself from the past evils. Her soul is freed. Her eyes shine with love and she tells him the secrets of her heart.

She's tried of being the victim and wants to start being the conqueror. She wants to bring the light inside FOR herself and let him see the beauty he already clearly sees and so much more. She wants to give everything inside to him and prays he'll never turn from her in anger, betrayal, deception, deceit, find her unworthy, come to believe she's not lovable, or just get tired of her moods and leaves because she's driving him nuts. She wants to embrace life by his side in any way, shape, or form. The most important thing she wants is for him to TRULY love her as much as he says he does.

I want you to understand this poem because we've all been, to some degree, exactly where the woman in the poem is. Sorry for such a length explanation :os. Here's my poem for this week.

Hidden Desires

New day dawning.
Wake up yawning.

Feel it only deepening.
No risk of it cheapening.

Teasing banter.
An enchanter.

No words will ever express
what my heart longs to confess.

© June 22, 2009 by Lori

Through my veins flow words. I turn those words into poems and short stories. I did this one to mark a special occasion in my life. Two days ago I celebrated 21 months with the love of my life. He made the comment it was a nice stepping stone. That is the inspiration behind this poem about the jagged rocks and smooth pebbles of relationships.

It's a little wordy. So I thank you in advance for reading it. But, in my opinion, it is my best work to date.

• Stepping Stones
  
  Twenty-one months ago our lives changed for the better.
  At least in my opinion, I assume you feel the same.
  There have been many rocks along the way.
  Some made us stumble, others we’ve leapt over without a thought.
  This is to commemorate those small pebbles.
  
  Pain:
  From day one we knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
  True love isn’t simply sunshine and rainbows.
  Turtles have a hard impenetrable shell.
  Butterflies start life as ugly worms.
  We hurt the other to protect ourselves.
  Failing to realize it does more harm than good.
  “Time heals all wounds.” Said by Menander.
  Not when the ache comes from a person who’s more afraid of themselves,
  than to make the effort to believe in the love they feel.
  It’s only when the guard drops that trust begins.
  It’s only when you open the heart do we experience life to the fullest.
  
  Missed Opportunities:
  There have been many unanswered questions, disregarded phone calls,
  e-mails deleted without a thought given to the fact it was important to one.
  Days were we could have seen the other, but didn’t because of pride.
  Moments have slipped by without souls speaking from fear of rejection,
  not knowing how the other would react, or fear of being proven right.
  Unspoken requests, communicated pleas, and tender hearted vibes
  put in the air get looked over by dread of giving what is wanted.
  A total disregard of emotions cover the other from having to experience them also.
  “Love isn’t supposed to hurt.” A wise woman once told me.
  I beg to differ!
  It’s the pain from love which lets you know it’s a living, breathing entity.
  
  Misguided Emotions:
  Feelings come into play which shouldn’t enter this type of relationship.
  Though it makes for a more “real” relationship, they have the potential to kill.
  Envy over women in the past, present, and future shouldn’t even be imagined.
  Misplaced anger when you can’t vocalize without repercussions you want to avoid.
  Disappointment over heartaches unintentional inflicted.
  Guilt from feeling misguided emotions.
  Bitterness from episodes of depression on thinking about home lives.
  Discouragement when thoughts of love not being returned intrude.
  “Jealousy is nothing more than a fear of abandonment.” Some person spoke.
  It’s an unrealistic fear, granted.
  But when you experience the green-eyed monster it’s saying how much you care.
  
  The building blocks haven’t all be jagged.
  There many joyous memories to celebrate.
  Many stones danced upon with laughter.
  Others skipped across the walk to be watched bouncing.
  We have to remember those to tell the complete story.
  For no tale is one sided.
  To get rid of the negative you focus on the positive.
  This is for those moments too.
  
  Desire:
  Without it, love wouldn’t last long.
  You have to want a person to love them.
  Laying all your cards on the table and becoming completely naked before your lover’s eyes.
  Saying that you belong to the other, telling them you have them, all speak of desire.
  Turtles have soft underbellies.
  Butterflies flutter when happy.
  Protecting one’s self is thrown out the window when it’s the completion of the soul you crave.
  Finding the beauty in a casually overlooked gardenia bush is what desire is all about.
  "Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." Frost once penned.
  Knowing you are wanted, the need for reassurance, and the driving forces of lust all equal
  the ultimate power of desiring someone you love.
  
  Dreams:
  Fantasies of afternoons spent in love.
  Woolgathering about graduation day and who’ll be in the audience.
  Stargazing into the heavens to find your matching burst of light.
  Sharing dreams about live, love, home life, children all are required to know someone.
  Not to dream is equal to not understanding unlimited love.
  When pushed aside, cast over, and thrown away we realize it’s the dreams of life that keep us sane.
  Healing on the inside is a dream of both.
  Moonlight nights, red roses, feeding each other, laughing, loving until breathless
  all wonderfully denied dreams.
  “A dream is a wish your heart makes.” Walt Disney filmed these words.
  To dream is to give completely of yourself.
  
  Love:
  Without the intensity of this emotion we wouldn’t be here today.
  If there wasn’t a connection, we feel on every level, we wouldn’t have made it this far.
  We were merely existing before.
  One wore blinders, the other had stone walls and a glass heart.
  One gave up hope of love coming, the other shut away the thought of it returning.
  The combination makes greatness appear where only average was before.
  Opens up the senses to notice beauty all around.
  Doesn’t need bonds, vows, commitments to understand it’s true.
  “I love you with all I am.” Spoken from the opening heart, released by the freed soul.
  No greater gift can be had then acknowledging the truth behind the words.
  Unconditional love at its finest when spoken by a truthful tongue.
  
  The best of both worlds can only be understood when you realize
  that everything in the last twenty-one months has been based on reality.
  The next stones we build will be stronger, tighter, and hold more weight than the ones
  we discard today.
  My wish is for many more months, if not years.
  Your wish is held in secret until the time where you’re comfortable enough
  to acknowledge it yourself.
  Everything I have is yours for the taking.
  All you have to do is take the next step on the path of love.
  And that next tread is saying you love me just as you are, and with all that you are.
  
  © June 17, 2009 by Lori