Poet. Writer. Photographer.
I gave othersjust about allof me selflessly,and it drainedanddrainedmeuntil I was leftbaking in the sunat the bottom ofa dry well,fossilizing. You found me. Gently liftedmy headand breatheda fountain of lifeinto me, and the well filledas our hearts did,and instead of treading water, we taught each otherhow to swim in the direction we needed to,dreamed of once,instead of … Continue reading Fins and Fairytruths
At the crossroadsagain,so I thought,the familiar loop trailI've been traversing upon, the path that intersectswith a hopeful other,but I've explored bothand all the countless others, round and round,and though the scenery is nice,I've been looking for somethingdifferent all of my life, not sure what,but I've always knownI'd know when I stumbled uponthe right way home, … Continue reading Off Trail
In every landscape painting I walk through,I feel the brush of you,the gentle way the hair alongmy neck is lightly moved by skimming fingers andlips that barely touch,my flesh tingling,all senses heightened by this love. The tall green grasses swayand carry my open palmto where yours is waitingand has been all along. And when I … Continue reading Windmills
When our fingers brushbefore the full entwining of hands,in that lightest touch,I feel the warm sand after drifting since birthin the ocean of life,sometimes afloat beneath the moon,mostly pulled by riptide. When my flesh feels yours,every lighthouse at once finds me;the beacons of light bring home the onedestined to love you eternally. Your hand holding … Continue reading When Our Fingers Brush
I'm thinking of all the little things, love,that will fill the moments of our lives,the day-to-day non-mundanetogether as husband and wife. I'll be the one to rise first;you'll wake to the aroma of coffeeand the comforting presence of my lovefilling every cottage nook and cranny. We'll ride together to our jobs,or better yet walk,to have … Continue reading Future Moments
Storm whisperer usually,with arms outstretched,welcoming the powerand harnessing it within, sometimes the tempestturns on meand brings to the surfacethings long buried and distorts my abilitywith the stinging rainto see clearlythrough such blinding pain; it is then that I tend tocollapse in the mirage of the puddle,sinking fathoms deepinto the dark aqua-underworld, forgetting how to breathe,forgetting … Continue reading Puddle Abyss
Ice crystals upon Florida blades, clouds engulfed in raging flames, Jack Frost and Robert fill my brain... but neither fire nor ice do I perceive in any way save benevolently, a campfire in the sky that enraptures delightfully; I watch it just the same, hypnotized by nature's shapeshifting. The rareness of this kiss of frost … Continue reading Ice and Fire
Cryogenically-preserved heart guarded with blades of ice, lying low, preferring alone, but the romantic dreams so carefully preserved inside. Not deliberately hiding and you were not looking, but the gods in mixing the seasons led you to find me. I was faded in protective hibernation, but your love warmed me like morning sun. Your heart … Continue reading A Heart Out of Hibernation
So many keys you possess,having collected them along the way,sand-fossils upon lonely shores,earth-buried near silent graves,all shapes and sizes,from all times and places,dating back centuries,no ties to faces.From a misty meadow,skin-kissed with dew,I emerge and wordlessly standbefore you.I have waitedall these lifetimesfor my key-holderto unlock me to findmy deeper, my deepest,potential beauty.You raise your worn … Continue reading Meadow Myth
Take my hand, love,and never let golike you took my heartand then my soul. Hands claspedin an infinity knot,ringed fingers wovenbut chained not,for never freerhave we ever soaredthan with each otherand each day more.This love is light.This love lifts.This love is life.This love, a gift. Poem and image ©LauraDenise
