The Gift in Light December 31, 2011

Fire, my fire
it roars within my chest,
the permanent burning denies me,
inspires me, proves me strong.
Willing to gather
and pull
and fight
until fingers are rubbed raw.
My love is too forgiving
to have thrown back on my face.

 

I took a walk
through an important opening,
making me whole.
Something promised,
something free.
I took her hand as we walked,
held her close to me,
the day’s warm breeze
the sun’s rays,
all against her face.

 

The gift of love I will not waste
the turmoil of grief, I will understand,
embrace.
My voice is too colored
my smile, too powerful.
Her eyes will bleed,
yes,
her heart will die.
And with this, a rebirth
new fire, new light
new inspiration, new strength.
Greater love,
greater forgiveness,
greater gifts to accept.

 

© LRS 2011

 

DayDreamer May 3, 2011

Dreaming of a romance
A soft, inviting embrace that
Doesn’t turn cold.

A glance
Becomes a timeless stare,
Never breaking my trust
Never causing my heart to ache.

A warm passion
So great
I cannot bear to live without it.

Our bond is more than love making
Our adore is stronger than disagreements.

Mutual respect is never a question
Unconditional love is absolute.

I feel the tenderness of
Our souls uniting
The angst
In the brush of my breasts.

I do not pull away
Nor do I dare allow
Our eyes to ever part.

Silent words exchanged through lips
Warm and moist
We meet.

The tingling joy of bare chests greeting
Lights my fire with uncontrollable urges.

 

© LRS 2011

 

My Perfect 7 January 1, 2011

Light, so bright
Playful and high,
An open-ended corner
Gifts I cannot deny.

 

Innocent
Full of life,
I protect with care
Delve with delight.

 

Ready, open
Prepared to flee,
Beauty, this beauty
Uncommon to me.

 

Gauged by wealth
Success… no risk,
Flirted with evil
Not all opportunities I’ve missed.

 

Conditioned
Masked by wisdom and truth,
I waited to be used
Like a forgotten phone booth.

 

Hated, I’m not
Judged, forever I’ll be,
With respect for the lady
I danced with her king.

 

Community space
Shared by those that do not speak,
Laces that grippen
Constantly weak.

 

Amused and unshappened
Dictated by loss,
On fire with passion
No matter the cost.

 

Angered by trauma
Swept up by despair,
Encouraged by insight
Released by my fear.

 

Accepting my fate
Gaining strength in my knees,
Naked without secrets
I embrace this bipolar disease.

 

© LRS 2011