YOU

move me

this sudden emptiness...

it came 

without warning

an insidious disease
perniciously worming
its way into
under the skin
burying itself there
only to then
instantaneously
erupt disrupt corrupt
all that was
of us
leaving in its
burrowed path
only the void
without
you

this
sudden
emptiness

the unworld...

my spirit my soul
my body
recoils rebels revolts
at even the thought
at the slightest thought
of it becoming reality
our reality
my spirit is sickened
my heart weeps and bleeds
my mind cannot grasp it
cannot touch it
cannot see or feel
any part of it
let alone
embrace it
live it
as real
it is a world “un”real
in every sense of the word
in every sense of the world
of this world and the
world of what was and the
world of what would have been
the unworld where nightmares
become sanctuary
life without living
the only way i know
and now
now
the unworld of
what is
         the world
      without
      you

silent words...

i cannot say aloud the words
that fill my heart
yet rip my soul apart
that if I said
would leave us both dissolved instead

i cannot speak
in voices heard my love for you
yet in my silent screams I do
of life within our stolen time
for we both know you are not mine

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the crimson vessel...

heart’s so full

of dark gray clouds

got me in its pull

wanna scream out loud

                        
but sound don’t come
to a heart heavy as mine
thoughts turned numb
stayin' alive just to pine

seems the skies above
feel the same bleak way
weepin’ my loss of love
drippin’ sadness night and day

rains come down
deep into my soul
so ‘fraid i’m gonna drown
and it stings me so

trickles down thru my flesh
strippin’ ‘way all that’s left
leavin’ nothin’ but an empty mess
like a sneaky sinister theft 

winds of despair
leavin’ my mind tossed about
can’t rebuild can’t repair
this crimson vessel full of doubt

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

the taste of raindrops...

in sweet sleep
the soft rhythmic splash

of raindrops

trickled into her thoughts

like the

taste

of

him

the hope...

hear my tears that are not wept
        this the only hope she kept
know the words left unsaid
        for to another was he wed

the speculum...

she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive

for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from his metal cage

piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since tucked aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide

into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, this reflection of her fate,
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate

together...

when they were together
no voice need pass between them
their eyes said more spoke louder than mere words
furtive glances
criss-crossed the room like swords brandished
and touches left untouched
bore down upon them with the weight of their own world
their hearts beat in pounding rhythm
tearing apart the deafening silence around them
when
they
were
together

she stayed...

there was nothing

she did not shrink

that he could tell her

his words did not deter

that she did not

he was her lot

already know

her love she did bestow

and yet she stayed

for his love she had prayed

she
was not

afraid

they saw...

they saw confinement

i felt contentment

they saw withdrawal
i was within
they saw slavery
i became free
they saw what they saw
i stayed 
me

the life of love...

would the stabbing wound of this dark dagger tear my breast any less than the acerbic tone of their whispers the cutting edge of their furtive glances their scathing vituperative railing toward you for your love of me - would my flesh pour forth less of my life were the tearing apart of skin truly at the hand of this sharpened steel than upon my saying goodbye to you - would my heart beat less once ripped apart with razor cuts than with the loss of you in my life - could i live knowing that your loving me my loving  you brought even a moment's  discord to  your own life - then, bring me death, let me leave you now and forever i beseech you, for i cannot bear a life without you any more than i can bear a life without my beating heart because you are my beating heart, my life - my love

awake into dreams...

let
my
lips
wake
you
into
my
dreams
of
love's
pure
bliss

the paper love...

your image - the mere artificial image - preempts such a torrent of long-controlled emotion as to be overwhelming, sweeping into the yesterday of us when we were us - twinkling eyes that from the moment we met shined into my heart into the me of me and never blinked stare back now through the time of our parting and into my secret soul, the soul that exists only for you - the exuberant smile i so love the smile meant only for me now lovingly leaps from the slick page - your scruffy shadow penetrates through the paper onto my face touching in the old familiar way - bulging thick curls always askew in my wandering fingers beg to be coddled on paper - your breathing again matches mine - your smell the only fragrance my nostrils can bear - all these things - there - there on the surface of nothing more than a pile of rags diluted by the waters of cannot be and forced into the slick false surface remaining - colored with artificial inks - there you are - not just your essence - but the you of you - the you of us -

2009 gypsywoman

the shore...

I stood upon that rocky shore
loving wanting needing more and more
but all the gods foretold
of love adrift out in the cold
I stood upon those rocks of yore
and to the gods I did implore
just one small sign on which to hold
to dare to think to be so bold
I stood upon that rocky shore
and saw what even I could not ignore
for there in storm tossed waters did unfold
the shipwrecked image of love extolled
I stood upon those rocks of yore
suffering, loving upon your shores

2009 gypsywoman

ensemble...

enfin

for your love...

if in the dark and distant land of sleep
the gods have destined us to meet
then i shall gladly slumber deep
your love for to keep

nothing holding...

let me

take
you
in
my
wings
only
to us
need
we
cling
nothing
holding
down below
heaven
to us
the
gods
bestow

i live...

do not think me
oh so sad

do not believe it
was all bad
no - do not think it so
for i have been where few may go
i have touched the pure white snow
i have seen the mountain’s glow
do not think me satan-sent
do not believe that i repent
no - do not think it true
for i have been where cupids flew
i have touched love’s golden gates
i have felt the hands of eros quake
where love’s grace did on me bestow
like luscious absinthe spread below
for i have been loved true
and
now
i live anew