Carry Me To Our Private

Carry me to our private
bed of white and light,
lay me down into
the escape portal
from the world;
my soul, revive.

Take me to where
the stars are floral,
where we’ll rearrange
the constellations
to suit our tomorrows.

My love, let me feel
your flesh press
into mine;
cover me with your love,
take me away
into your eyes.

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Touch Me Then (With Audio)

When my childlike giggles
and our mutual dimples
subside, let our eyes
shift and open the portals
to offer upon ethereal wings
the lift or dive
beyond this world… 

Touch me then
with your unspoken, 
with that lingering
forever-teetering
in how to express
the flooding emotions,

then let them pour out
and crash into mine,
meeting halfway
as a galactic tide,

then touch me slowly, 
touch me tender, 
in breaths without whispers,
touch me for a thousand
forevers.

Touch me like a butterfly
to nectar, 
touch me like the petals
of two reaching
flowers
at the moment
they finally brush; 
touch me as if it were a sin
to rush.

Touch me
without ever looking
from my eyes; 
touch me then
with only
your light…. 

Poem, image, and audio ©LauraDenise

Repel With A Cause

What if
I repelled the shame
of all the ways
my overly-passionate heart
led me supposedly
astray?

And what if
all of the astrays revisited
ended
up being
my most-treasured
blessings,
brothers, friends?

And what if

this heart of mine
were not in fact
a curse
but one of the greatest
gifts bestowed
upon this earth

to wield not
a shield welded
from past pains
but to let loose
in full potential
this love
like saving
rain?