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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Tuesday, February 8, 2011

what good these lips...

that no longer taste
his
.
.

6 comments:

Trish and Rob MacGregor said...

Hmmm. Deep yearning, for sure.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

deep -
deep into the abyss -

Shadow said...

...to whisper words such as these for him to return.

GYPSYWOMAN said...

or - for me to return, shadow -

LOLITA said...

Lips to read, to taste the virgin pain of poisonous blossoms, to live on, to die upon, lips of a woman longing. Oh, the sweet lament of your whispering lips will bring a man to tears, to his knees

GYPSYWOMAN said...

what kind words, lolita, and i thank you for them - of the lips, yes, longing lips for sure, whispering into nightdreams of him - sigh -