RomanticVanGo: March 2012

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Soul Touching

golden rays kissing flesh,
dancing lights upon his face,
lush blades under foot,
fantasy come true,
tasting him,
on this spring day,
my joy.
my want.
my muse.

pulling him down to the soft sweet ground,
feeling his desires growing for me,
soul touching soul,
want finding it's fill,
waves of emotion pouring over we two.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Shame Does Not Win

A slap to the face,

how the sting of disgrace,

Can find you.

In the shade of the night,

in flames shining bright,

nothing can there be to hide you!

Not fame.

Nor death,

Nor Hangman's jest,

for all you try is for not.

in vain and worry,

as like a rodent you scurry to become what you are not.

A slap to the face,

laughing disgrace,

yet human you are,

thru and thru.

Stand once again,

try my dear friend, to find the strength to carry on.

For in your shame you are made wise,

learn from the sinners song.

the slap is a correction,

the laughter a joke,

the Hangman is only to discipline folk.

Stand yet again,

your shame does not win,

for this I do know,

We are not the sum of the wrong we have done,

we are the measure of our heart.

Yes you may stand, come take my hand for we are

stronger as one,

no man is a nation,

we need not be an island alone.

Learn from your family,

love and Grace lead you home.

Friday, March 16, 2012

Within The Winter

Within the winter I hear the call. Sweet longing whispered as softly snow doth fall. There in a voice of sheer desire, quiet passions cooling fire, for in our dream this winter make, and from the fall our love we make.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Upon The Horizon

When I was looking,
I saw nothing there,
Not a shimmer of hope,
Not the line of disrepair.
My eye soundly focused.
With deep conviction did I find my gaze.
emblazoned upon the horizon.
And still I could see nothing.

Your smile missing from my day.
Your eye calling out my name,
I was seeking for you yet all was not the same!
You are gone and I have not your name.

When I was looking,
Nothing could I see,
not the spark of our love nor what passion used to be.
The spark of our love has faded from view,
My sound focus covered in a waterfall of tears.
How is a love this real, bonded true.
How could my desire, adoration and joy be gone with you?

As I see the horizon line this day,
with seeking love I wait and pray,
To one day find you come this way,
into my arms evermore to stay.