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

we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -

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 -

i dance with you...only in dreams...

tweet me, but tweet me gently, please!

Thursday, April 22, 2010

a taste of the impossible...














once she had tasted him




how could she return
to the ordinary

it 
was
impossible

7 comments:

Jimmy Bastard said...

Taste and possibility are always best linked by way of our midnight dreams.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

the words right out of my own mouth, jimmy!

Jimmy Bastard said...

....ahhh hen, but your lips are far sweeter than mine.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

ah, but such are the words pouring out of your own!!! enjoy your fish dinner, mister jimmy!!! and have a sip of that nice white wine [or whatever] for this highland lass!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, and thanks ever so much for adding a touch of delicious scottish sunshine to my otherwise rather bleak and harrowing day!

Marius Morar said...

We always taste again and again from the other. Oh, yeah, Jenean, how could we return to ordinary? We always go back to our androgyny, when we were One.

I love your words, wonderful. Thou you could also say: "once He had tasted HER..."

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so true, marius, words for anyone who has ever tasted that ONE and then become ONE with the other - impossible to go back to the bleak darkness of the ordinary after the taste of paradise - !!!