unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...

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poetry from the heart...


POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -

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Monday, January 4, 2010

she loved the way...



she loved the way
his eyes held her
how they floated toward her

embracing her
like angels’ wings
softly and tenderly
how they sparkled like
green and golden stars
on a dark winters’ night
how in his eyes not only
did she see his soul
but her own as well

she loved the way
his mouth worshipped her
with words of love
with sounds of love
as if she were
a greek goddess
to whom
such homage should be paid
in diamonds and rubies
and when he kissed her
how his mouth cautiously
meandered from her
shoulder up the valley
of her neck to the curve
of her cheek and then
down to the plump
hills of her own waiting lips

she loved the way
his nostrils joyfully inhaled 

her fragrance her essence her very being
how they flared like a magnificent stallion
ever so slightly at just the sight of her and
how as he took a breath
she felt herself being
drawn down down into
the recesses of his
life forces


she loved the way
his sinewy hands had a life of their own

when he touched her
emitting powerful
electrical charges into her flesh
how they echoed the
rhymic beating
of her heart’s desire
deep inside its chamber of bone
and heard her heart sing
in exaltation to their touch

she loved the way
his body responded to her
to the image of her to the sound of her
the smell of her to the taste of her
to her response to him
how uncontrolled and uncontrollable
it became as if taken hostage by
some unseen cannibalistic cosmic force

all consuming devouring all in its path
until its thirst was momentarily quenched
its hunger momentarily satiated

she loved the way
that theirs was a passion a lust a love
so intense as to defy the physical alone
demanding all and then more
as it did in a way that
neither could understand could comprehend
in a way neither had experienced before
and would ne’er experience with any other
in the way that they loved as no others had nor ever would

yes, they loved that way

10 comments:

Deb Kirkeeide said...

beautifully written

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Fantastic! Go, Gypsy!

Spider said...

"his sinewy hands had a life of their own
when he touched her
emitting powerful
electrical charges into her flesh
how they echoed the
rhymic beating
of her heart’s desire"

Such a passionate writing , simply Beautiful, how you put emotion and feelings into words!

Nevine said...

Loving worship, or worshipping love, at its best! Your description is just amazing, Jenean. You use all the right words to describe all the right feelings, and I can just see these two loving one another. And I can feel how it feels when I, too, love that way... Delicious!

Nevine

GYPSYWOMAN said...

deb - thank you so much - can't tell you how i appreciate your comments - and love your own work that moves us all -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

i feel veryveryvery privileged to have experienced those words, trish - and to know them still -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

magda - thank you very much - your words, too, have a beauty and passion of their own which i so love reading!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and, as always, nevine, coming from one who moves us all to places long forgot, your kind comment is cherished! thank you!

The Watcher said...

You are a very passionate woman Jenean. Beautiful words from the heart.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

thank you very much, trevor! hope your day is treating you well! please come again soon -