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
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
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
I repelled the shame
of all the ways
my overly-passionate heart
led me supposedly
And what if
all of the astrays revisited
And what if
this heart of mine
were not in fact
but one of the greatest
upon this earth
to wield not
a shield welded
from past pains
but to let loose
in full potential
Rain drop clings…
no, loosens its grip on purpose on the precipice of letting go
in full faith
of what lies ahead, intentional free fall into a freedom this heart will indeed know…
no photo taken,
but some moment-drips live eternally within…
Let’s do this.
Into the inkwell, to write the next chapter, I dip my nakedness and begin…
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
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.
Just when I am about
to touch the peace, the Soul of Serenity seems to each time tease, its soft light and floral scent dissipating into floating ripples until it again becomes another path of reverie revealed. But I am getting weary. Let me hold you, dear Soul of Serenity. Dome us in this place of paradise; turn the rest to ripples kept in limbo for a while.
Beside them the birds of the heavens dwell; they sing among the branches.
Emerging from tepals,
I simply listen to the birds’ morning songs before the wakening and bustle of the world in which we both belong, before the sun itself beats its rays down; thank you, Lord, for the gradual transitions and living Psalms.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise