Enchanted Omen (With Audio)

White dress, like wings flaring,
from white-horse chimerical maiden,
bareback galloping full speed
through the whispering enchanted,

dismounting at the omen,
studying, tracing, its curves,
ancient language mutterings
irrelevant if heard.

Soft white grows
in its illumination,
temporary
iris mutation.

Remounted and commanded
in mellifluous tongue,
white stallion and maiden 
swiftly make their way on.

When the coast is clear, 
I approach the live web,
and to my surprise,
the language, I suddenly
remember… 

Poem, image, and recitation ©LauraDenise

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?

Immersing in Moments

Later, soon, tomorrow…
always risky
putting off
what the heart
longs to sing,
to say…
our lights, eternal,
but earthtime measured
in sand and dust
and strings Atropos cuts,
footprints tide-washed away.
So let’s stop
and sit awhile,
my friend.
How have you been?
Kettle whistles,
Columbian grounds,
deep sofa,
phones down.
Let’s wrap ourselves
in the comfort
of the softest colors
of love,
quilting our story.

Let’s stay too long.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Breaking Chains

When the hurt floods in
and your traumas
drain your green
and starve to death
your newly-sprouted dream,

when the cobwebs reappear
and re-chain you
to faulty self-beliefs, 
when you bow your head
and turn with shame from me,

know that I 
will always remain
to break the cycle
of love leaving you again.

I will lend my green 
and yellow and light,
and whisper that I love you
still and more and despite

like you have done for me
in this beautiful, mutual growing

of self-love.