Brushes of Soul

what if i’m a drifter
not meant to float alone
but to feel
to the core
every spirit
i choose to know
in brief encounters
but bare
soul to soul
stripped to the glow

fearless
deep
strokes
of wounds
and hopes

what if my home
is collectively
each

what if I crave
the companionship 
of such fleeting
impressions
that layer
like honey –
raw, sweet

sticking
in this amaranthine
slip

what if to be whole
insatiable must be
the need

let’s feed

each other
truths

when it comes 
to how are you

let’s feel

let’s prove
nothing
to this world

let’s love
like we are
eternal

Poem and image ©LauraDenise

Ancient Tongues

I replayed your words, 
a favorite message,
though I’ve memorized 
the way it was delivered.

You did not seed it in me,
but something deep inside,
in a place never reached,
heard it and recognized
the voice, ancient souls
reunited, a stirring, 
an awakening, a rising. 

Something must’ve happened, though,
in the transfer.
You must’ve given too much of yourself
to my ever-after. 

Our once-upon-a-time now birthed,
I give back to you in equal measure.
Restored.
But now we each
have more.

Come, darling, take my hand.
Write with me. Let’s never end

this love story. 
Together. 

Our effervescence
need not be
evanescent. 
We can live
forever

as long as 
we have tongues
to dip and plunge

into the well,
we’ll leave our ink
upon the world. 

And when our bodies
become one
with the earth, 
we’ll find each other
as light
and rebirthe 

again. 
As one. 

Beyond the Tuscan sun. 

Morning Kiss

The sea oats
have grown tall;
I let them
skim my palm, 

feel the tickles
gifted from heaven
as the sea’s soul 
is orchestra lifted 

above the tides
of this earth
to scoop me up
with open arms
into the surf.

I offer all I’ve brought
to sacrifice to God,

releasing the heavy,
releasing the pain, 
hoping the ghosts 
will choose escape

as I make it more
uncomfortable 
to haunt these
inner spaces

tarnished, turning gold
from the light
of love
joining the soul’s. 

My feet sink
in the warm silk
as my heart, 
with you inside,
even more 
fills. 

Buoyant become
the weights
as the shackles and chains
give way
to become part
of the dark, watery
grave.

Today, I take
back my life.
Today the curse,
I unwind.

Wet feet,
sand clinging,
I walk back
and through my fingers,

the sea oats feel
the difference

as the sun 
awakens,
rises to kiss
me so gently 
once

again…. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

Sanctuary

When draining is the heat,
and bitter, the cold, 
come, my love, 
and enter my soul.

Temperate year-round,
with your favorite blooms,
in my garden of Eden,
take refuge. 

I’ll shelter you in
the protective dome,
the bubble that bounces
gently, a mobile home.

Only nature 
can permeate,
no ghosts, no shadows, 
no losing the way.

The golden hours,
sunrisesandsets,
in our private nirvana,
I’ll extend,

nothing fleeting,
no mirages, 
only the truths
in touchable colors.

When the elements become
too harsh to bear,
and the black cloud
gains ground 
to draw from you
the rain of despair, 

take cover inside
my open arms, 
enter my soul; 
I’ll be waiting 
in our garden. 

Glimpses

I thought I saw a glimpse
of angel wings

with one tear clinging, 

or maybe it was my imagination 
or my dream

realized, or so I thought, 
for in that fleeting brush
and drop,

a celestial 
crystal ball 
of truths; 

after all, 
I write 
my own future, 

and sometimes the signs
are only meant to be

clues

only detectable 
in the listening 
of the vision 

within 
that flutters
when the white wings 
whisper, pay

a visit,
ironically when I turn 
quickly, 

situationally maybe
when I come to find

I am 
the gift

yet to be
collected.

Poem and image ©LauraDenise