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...

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Thursday, July 15, 2010

fire and water...

the soft silky mist
that was him

enveloped the
liquid fire of her soul
surrounding her
holding her gently
caressing her
as her life force
poured into the
estuary of his heart
symbiotically inseparable
neither able to survive alone
sentenced to death if together


Wild Rose said...

Ooh.. Gypsy babe this is brilliant and i felt it deep to my soul. Your words just spoke my heart out now that forbidden love that i just gotta have dead or alive. Celebrating love and not only yearning for it~


greetings wild rose - yes, the taste of that forbidden fruit - nectar to the soul for sure - celebrating one bite of it over a bowl of everything else! thanks so much for the kind words - have a fantastic evening!

Desert Rose said...

what a poem we have here Gypsy !! you played on my heated wires of longing desires in that one,that possible impossible..

"the soft silky mist
that was him
enveloped the
liquid fire of her soul"

i am deeply touched with that one! you are amazing as always dear..GREAT WORK!


it is so humbling to hear such kind words, desert rose, and i thank you for them! thank you thank you! the main thing is when our own words/thoughts touch someone else - that's the beauty of it!

Nevine said...

What juxtaposition, Jenean! And how contradictory to our very selves we are! That we cannot survive alone, and yet die when together... how does it work? Well, somehow it does work... and makes that love that is forbidden all the more delicious and desirable!




there you are, dear friend nevine! it's so wonderful to have you here by the campfire again! contradiction juxtaposition, the magic of love, especially forbidden love -

your kind words do humble me so! thank you!