in the new year - and all years - i wish you...

burning

churning

gut
cinching
heart
wrenching
wild
wonderful
mad
passionate 

love

through you...

your eyes became 
my vision of the world of myself

your ears captured
the unsung songs of my love for you
your mouth 
the field of passion’s flavors upon my lips

tonight -

tonight i have no verse to write -

no stream of consciousness words

flowing forth -

no newly formed thoughts

to set out here -
tonight as each night 
there is only
the absence of you

the absence of us

of all that was

all that could have been

should have been

it is this nothingness that permeates

my soul

my being

my heart

it is this absence

that i taste

that i smell

that i touch

that i see

and hear

and feel

and

will

forever

more -

there is not

a cell in my body

that does not

scream out

your name

into the

dark revolting

nothingness of now

not a cell

in my body

that does not ache

long, yearn, beg

barter with the gods

for your touch

for the sight of you

the sound of you

for the scent of you

the taste of you -

but tonight -

tonight as each night -

yes, tonight

i will evade

this macabre reality

escaping into the shadow world

where we

still

are -

tonight, yes,

tonight as each night

we will be

together again -

together

in our dreams -

tonight -

THINKING OF YOU...

as we each journey into a new year,

thank you for traveling along with me -

wishing you peace love and passion -

jenean

the ocean of love...

she had tried
oh god
how she had tried                                           
not to look to see                                           
not to think to feel                               
to smell to taste                                       
to want to need
to succumb
to surrender sanity
to relinquish reality to
that galvanizing first glance
the look
the lock of the eyes
that instantaneous knowing
the gnawing familiarity
the instant intimacy
for where could it lead?
but to no man’s land                                       
no woman’s land                                       
the land of denial                                       
the land of self-denial   
land of deceit deception
the land of no return
the isle  of exile
this dangerous territory
to which they both were
foreigners in a foreign land
and so it was that
she took flight
bolted broke loose escaped
escaped with her soul intact
her virtue whole
her heart held ransom
vowing never to return
and now -
now
she tried
oh god 

how she tried
to forget
to erase eradicate exterminate
but it was not to be
she was not set free
she was herself                                       
now the quarry                                       
prey to the polarizing                                       
pull of cerulean circles   
relentlessly pursued
hunted stalked and found
by the blue angel of love
love amytal barbital veronal
love hypnotic
she had been ambushed
taken by brute force                               
ripped away ravaged by                                       
its raging currents                                        
taken to deep dark crevices she had never known
chasms long forgot   
places where he awaited her                                   
and now held captive                                       
she was love’s captive   
captivated                                    
a creature confined
a prisoner held hostage
by the deep                                    
endless
unfathomable
sea green oceans
of love and lust

dear friends -

just to let you know, as my little campfires in blogland bear witness, the past week or so has found me distracted and sidetracked with the ups and downs of familial and other issues which have taken me from my usual time and energies on my own blogs and those of dear friends such as you -  in addition, i'm working on a couple of LARGE art pieces with imminent deadlines -

so please forgive my seemingly "irreverent" attention here and know that my lack of regular postings and comments in no way reflects anything except that which it is - peripheral things to which i must attend for a couple of weeks -

but i'll be back and forth as i can so please check over at my places at your leisure, as i, of course, will yours!  and, as always, i'll be thinking of you and yours with much affection - jenean

liés par la morale

why

could we not
forget right
embracing only the moment

why

could we not
forgive ourselves
save ourselves
each for the other...

why 
do we each now
have to suffer
the sorrow...
the loneliness...


of being
apart....

the rest of the story is YOUR story...

who is this beautiful woman?
from where does she come?
who is the black-haired man? 
what is his involvement with her?

what is he thinking?  feeling?

what is she thinking?  feeling?
she is being sent away in bondage - or so it seems - is she?
if she is, what unpardonable sin has she committed -
what law broken that forces her into this exile -
to what and where is she being exiled and for how long -
does this exile include death? -
what is she saying to YOU?

what story do YOU see here?  feel here?
tell us in your comment - and don't be shy!

the blue...

she knew
                  she was lost                  
                                  as she spiraled
                                                        into the icy blue waters
                                                                                         that were his eyes

the street shadow...

i walk the lonely streets
phantom shadows without you

and see the world around me
bleak and empty without your presence

i hear the sounds of music
made silent without your laugh

and taste the dark sweet chocolate
turned bitter without your lips

i smell the flowers’ fragrances
malodorousness without you

and feel the shafts of sun upon me
turn icy cold without your arms

i sleep away the darkness
made hellish without your touch

and speak the language
of loveless words without your name

i write these words
indelibly spilling from 
my bleeding heart

and dream of days now gone
of life with you

i woke up this mornin'...

i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss

some snow white happiness
didn’t wanna hafta dress
with banks of icy drifts
up against my front door
from down at the floor
up to the roof

yeah, i woke up this mornin'
wantin’ that bad ole’ blizzard
to have come and gone
way ‘fore dawn
leavin’ behind its powdery flakes
like sparklin’ diamonds on a silvery lake

but much ta my dismay
i woke up this mornin’
to a dark dreary day
all yucky and gray
rainin’ and rainin’ some more
wet stuff galore

i woke up this mornin’
layin’ here on my blanket of red
dreadin’ gettin’ outta bed
but dreadin’ stayin’ in it
cause you ain’t here
ta hold me near

yeah, i woke up this mornin’
wantin’ some
soft mellow bliss
so come on over now
come on over and
gimme
a
little
kiss

she knew...

she knew -
standing there
on the slippery precipice
how could she not know
the danger
the darkness
the death
that awaited her
the soft silky mist
swirling
enveloped her soul
twirling
surrounded her
whirling
holding her gently
but holding her still
as her life force
poured into
the liquid torrent
that was
his
heart -
she knew -