there is a door thru morning where
images lie in the look in my eyes
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i found an interesting line in the look in her eyes,
a common thing, a mystic thing,
i wondered of the passion and burn of her slender form,
i had seen her, watched her,
the weeks came and went and i wondered
why i felt so much from so little,
i let the hunger craving pain become stillness as
this unknown beauty graced my world once or thrice,
i would have stayed but an age old wind took me to
other tables and chairs far from her direction,
one day, a slow busy day, i chanced upon her look,
i moved to seek and see what other path might
beckon yet an empty seat and table a mere
breath away spoke with crisp welcoming dream,
i let the spirit speak what my injured soul could not,
maybe nothing would ever unfold, yet maybe the magic
would breathe and she would feel and know and see,
i cannot speak the exquisite joy i felt that day
when i shared verse and heartfelt words with her
tender soul, i wondered what shadow touched her inner
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~ shadow ~
we dream . . .
my connection to her is deep,
my sense of her is accute,
my attraction to her is strong,
i can only wonder what lives within her world,
i watched her without watching,
i felt her without touching,
i heard her without listening,
from across the cafe, crowded and full of
distraction, from another world and realm,
i struck chord with harp and lit her eyes up,
an excuse, an interruption, an introduction,
a lesson in breath, a shared laughter,
an inside joke and the hidden story behind,
such meetings were random, yet not,
i can only wonder at the beauty of her soul,
. . . a dream within a dream . . .
~ shadow ~
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she stole my lighter and left it in Paris,
the poet model northern warrior princess,
the child,
the elegant beauty, the wisp of hair,
the tall graceful gentle walk,
the soft gait,
the eyes that allure and gleam,
her cadence of speech,
her verse and wit, the lines and
subtle gestures, her playful mood,
her smile, her shadow, her dream,
. . . and it wasnt even my lighter . . .
shadow,
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should i say the depth of what i felt,
should i speak the subtle burn of the feel within
knowing seeing sensing something stir in her shadow,
i had seen her time and again, the wind and stars
brought me near, brought her near,
and then the words came unbidden,
it stirred deep within my blood and bones,
the spirit flame come again,
i let shine a glimpse,
i watched her write, i felt her spirit scribe,
she was something akin to those ancient fae of old
with her tender innocence and other worldly grace,
yet too, within, the mark of a warrior gaze and breed,
she was from the north,
she was famous in circles of glitter and lace,
she was an icon, an enigma,
i watched her torn jeans fill my dreams
as my hand scribed a forgotten word,
she asked to see a thing, to read a thing,
she shared a thing,
i was taken by her presence, and then the burn came,
~ shadow ~
she was of the high blood,
a grace of old with a mystique of hidden passion,
she shared with me private words,
intimate words, moments captured years ago,
she shared with me a glimpse of her heart,
a touch of her spirit,
a personal place, an intimate place,
she paid me a sacred honor,
she shared with me her poems,
~ shadow ~
roaming fae . . .
a shining bright gathering,
a timely wandering,
a hidden path,
a secret smile,
a sacred pact,
a meeting of meetings,
overjoyed at the path's gift,
~ shadow ~
i would speak about your leaf,
the gentle wonder and smile, the shining,
i would speak about the courage to feel,
the courage to live,
the courage to journey and discover,
the courage to become,
the courage to grow and evolve,
the courage to touch and taste,
the courage to dance and walk,
but most of all, the courage to meet,
~ shadow ~
i came to the cafe an hour before dawn,
the night was drawing to a close and i
hungered for the deep peaceful moments
of stillness so i could write and speak
my piece, the street would be empty and
the tables were sparsely occupied,
when the light came in the slow moments
i finally felt the words beckon, it felt
good to be here, and maybe, i imagined,
she might appear again,
~ shadow ~
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the morning ebbed with a quiet slowness,
the village filled with that century old
art spirit, the thick worn wooden tables
and hard soft wood chairs, the early folk
who craved the same mood, i wondered of her,
i wondered of her world and i wondered of the
subtle hidden things that speak such life and
passion, the street was empty, the sun's rays
basked the roof tops, it was a cool chill, yet
the spring warmth filled the air,
i wondered of her,
~ shadow ~
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to see touch,
to feel spring,
to walk brook,
i love her dearly, you know,
i love her dearly,
~ shadow ~
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i sit and watch the empty chair,
it is a curious thing these random meetings
with strangers who are strangely familiar,
perchance an unmet friend, a gift of mana,
may the goddess bless this day,
may she walk thru the door and light up my life,
if i could but touch her once and trace a subtle
line down her spine and show her mine, i could
see within her shadow such passsion and life,
i could sense a world of things, an inner world
crying for life, i could see her with my eyes closed,
~ shadow ~
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to drink of the empty street and an early
morning mood, to watch the day beginning and
people awakening, to feel the ebb and flow,
to relish in the simple things,
the subtle things, the quiet things,
i sat almost still and watched a clear
blue sky amidst brown stone buildings,
this city is filled with a richness of life,
teaming with life,
people walk with a different step in the those
few minutes when daylight has just begun,
we breathe too with a different breath,
and the words too speak such gentle kindness,
such tenderness, such delicate eloquence,
i wonder what she would think,
perchance write . . .
~ shadow ~
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my dear reluctant ~angel~
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......... hidden demon .........
tempted to devour and feed,
to taste and relish, to enjoy
with exquisite delight,
to touch with hunger,
to caress with passion and burn,
to tease with merciless pleasure,
to linger and explore,
to hunt for the most sensitive,
the most delicate,
to trace tender lines and curves,
to weave intricate patterns,
to court sleeping desire,
forbidden fantasy,
a wicked inclination,
a midnight of lust,
the ripple and uncontrollable
wave upon wave upon wave,
a secluded kiss,
a dream within a dream,
a mingling of kisses,
a warm wet hot deep,
a reckless abandon,
to ravage a sweetness,
to shiver and shudder,
to bite and drink,
poised,
divinity,
thunder,
drunk,
a hidden beast to breathe
and smell and taste,
to feed,
to discover,
to awaken,
~ shadow ~
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a shadowplay ...
to roam with joy
and abandon,
teeth
fingers
neck
breath,
to taste with sensation,
skin revealed,
a secret touch,
a line down a spine,
to torture with delight,
a girl,
a writhing,
a vulnerable,
a boy,
a sigh, a breath, a hard
warm tender nipple,
a fevered, a drenched, a scent,
a bare naked, a memory,
blood bone heart breast,
a burning inside,
a hunger,
a passion,
a caress,
a look,
to squeeze and hold,
to take and relish,
to explore and expose,
a dark pleasure,
a hidden desire,
a shadow upon your fair skin,
a moist, a tongue,
a playful play,
~ shadow ~
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pent up
returning to an
earlier time
and place
and spirit
a childlike wander
of love
spent with body
and soul wreathed
in naked scars
of inner beauty
exposed heart
pulsing with redness
and a subtle tremor
of skin revealing skin
speaking empty full words
and dreams of wonder
to know no sin
nor regret
but not
to speak
one's inner
world
a splender of passion
thru walls of false
and hidden places
filled with deep hued
color fading burning
brightly challenging life
to speak life
and inspire a shadow
and muse filled moments
of shared tears and echoes
of deep caring
and a sacred phoenix dance
of rebirth
and a timeless beauty
with gifts of pure open
charm and magic
born in honest affection
and true caress
after healing
replenishing rest and depth
lives within
the stillness of a mind's
eye born reborn listening
wandering seeking forever
seeking true souls of light
and life and love
to never repent
or deny
one's heart
~ a shadow ~
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in darkness
in gracious gift of
revealing enticing
pleasured pleasure,
a blissful wander
of rosy warm
hot wet heart
beating breath
caressing, to
taste touch
feel,
a memory of delight,
an adventure of
unknown paths,
to nurture a
distant shadow,
to discover
another realm,
painful to know,
painful to hear,
painful to feel,
in all truth there is
rebirth, in the fiery gift
of the phoenix song a
new way of being is
born anew,
a new path and direction
awakens within a heart
forged in courage,
the lost nobility,
. . . attachment and detachment . . .
to remain true and loving,
to let stillness speak,
to let silence reign,
the burn awakens a burn,
the burning inspires a burning,
a timely vision, an unsuspecting
insight, the sin of an empty heart,
to see what lies in shadow,
to see things as they truly are,
to become who we truly are,
a new tribe,
. . . courage of the heart, is very rare . . .
to hold a crying infant, to strive
and become more fully alive,
more fully aware, more fully
awake, there is magic
in forgiveness, what hidden
strength born of forgotten
patience, to let go and
fly like the wind,
there is beauty in a world
full of a more full world,
a more true world,
a more pure life,
a cleansed soul,
to let wonder sing,
to let innocence breathe,
to let spirit roam,
to embrace the void,
to whisper with the wind,
to know the eternal,
to summon the immortal,
. . . in the darkness, is the true light . . .
~ shadow ~
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fire
a gentle skin
a tender stroke
a night of full moons
and gatherings and stars
and angels to light the way
a silhouetted cloud shining
a midnight hue of
colored rays
a dark traveling
a sweet tender
a craving and hunger
a little wing
a sacred gift
a silent wish
a kiss upon a
white snow mountain
a sensuous wetness
a nakedness
to reveal a hidden door
to venture a jeweled realm
to court an eternal shadow
to cleanse a lost ghost
to savor a pure drug
to drink relish and delight
exquisite delight
may the heart aflame burn
warm spark ignite a distant
future of forgotten truths
and children of the sun
gather
~ shadow ~
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tender
the hunger
and yearning
craving longing seeking
an animal and beast
carnal
and desire
drinking feeding savoring
a hint of seduction
a savoring nector
a delicate caress
to taste of her
smell feel touch
to hold within
a hidden enchantment
a song of honey
a petal and sip
perfume
of prey and predator
a hunt and huntress
seductress
to dominate
and submit
a gift of grace
a breath
and beating heart
to curse and redeem
a web and ring
to allure and entice
a humble beginning
a blossoming nakedness
a forgotten bitterness
to gleam and reveal
a lost dark place
a hurt
to devour and heal
a night of cold
shivering loss
warmth tears upon tears
i remember
i remember and see
lest truth fade
my sword of steel-tipped
words cuts wounds and
awakens a greater
more true
more alive
more awake
and in the still moments
i summon dragons and
demons to guard and ward
a phoenix of light
a child of the night
a creature of habit
and the hunt ever
remains
who are we
from do we come
what eternal purpose
lives
~ shadow ~
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a colorful wind imagines
a sleepless night of
delightful play and
wondrous tenderness
and intimate caress,
an angel of light within
a shadow of darkness
hidden behind a void
of infinite stillness
listening to an eternal
night born within a
mind's eye and a
lover's embrace
to nurture and
feed a longing
beyond longing
without memory
and without pain
to awaken summer's
green trance beneath
a timeless wonder,
~ shadow ~
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i have traveled pain-ridden
roads, anguish filled nights,
walked distant shores and
ventured a dark traveling,
to touch the exquisite night,
to court a lost wind and an
empty eyes, held shivering
loves, carassed coldness
and hunger filled emptyness,
forgotten hurts and words too
many who do not cannot see
feel know what is touched,
"from the ashes a spark shall spring,"
and who are the noble ones,
and what does it take to recall
to life a childhood wish,
a longing beyond longing,
life death rejuvenation
cleansing rebirth,
what path do we walk,
what mission summons,
what dream lives,
what magic must we
speak to reforge a world
full of too much hurt and
anger and bitterness,
too much fear, and when
does the hurting end and
when does the healing begin,
and what beauty lies sleeping
within the grace of the kindness
to give love and care and intimate
affection, tenderness of spirit and
form, nakedness, vulnerable,
and joyous pleasure filled
hidden fantasy born to life,
to rejoice in the giving,
one moment of perfect beauty,
the dancer at the heart of all
things, and a wellspring of
pure love, a breath within
a breath, and a kiss upon
a gentle hand, i remember
the pain from so many things,
all blending into a world of feeling
with such intensity that my world
and inner world seem lost in a blurr
of true life, breathing life,
and maybe, within the stillness
when the pain and joy become
one, a true oneness is born,
a true essence is born,
a true heart is born,
~ shadow ~
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a delicate memory
of a tender place
within a gentle
caress upon a time
and moonlit eve
when dreams were
born in fire and passion,
hunger fed, thirst filled,
to court a fiery heart
and reclaim the phoenix
rite from ashes and darkness
bold tempestuous lover's embrace,
to heal a lie and loss upon anguish,
to exhale an illness and let grace
replenish an empty sleep,
to linger and venture a new
road and new magic, a forgotten
sorcery to summon angels of
light and command shadowed
daemon guardians, to cleanse
and purge, the dull ache of a
long ago agony upon agony,
hurt upon hurt, to not be
honored, to not be nurtured,
to feel the lack of care,
the lack of nobility,
the lack of truth,
i strive and stride and forge
onward and forward, to venture
a journey across endless silent
tears of loss, a delicate moment,
a grace to charm, an eloquent
sending, a faery realm,
a fae, a charm,
a memory,
a wish,
~ shadow ~
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a fiery kiss and a
desperate path to
find peace and a measure
of wholeness within a
burned bitterness filled
anguish of agony and loss
of what never was,
might never be,
a world aflame and a prayer
for a healing embrace,
fear torn fear,
a coldness and lack of care,
what lesson learned,
a gift of beauty
for a naked dancer,
a soul afraid, a lie,
an illness and injury
from random twists and
limping sway,
a wall from intimacy,
a pleasured caress,
a shivering fever,
what empty performance,
what soft skin,
to touch a fragile
heart, to seduce
a fair fae,
a barren dream,
a burning passion,
let the void speak
a haunting silence,
a lingering wish and
a lanscape of adventure,
her subtle look and veins
of blood and dripping wetness,
the branding of a warrior,
an unbridled spirit and the
never ending search for
the completing of the soul,
~ shadow ~
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mountain storm
rages sings thunders,
a naked body beneath a soft
caress, a dream within a dream,
a loving seduction,
a whisper within the stillness,
distant words brush lightly
and ever so tenderly as
hunger feeds upon naked flesh,
a devouring kiss,
we sing the hidden serenade
till the moon comes full,
we gaze the ebb, flow, and
ripple of time speaking time,
the soft sigh of a shadow love
warm upon a tender thigh,
a crying tongue,
a delicate belly with quivering
and tremble, a teasing bite,
to smell and taste,
the darkness of night with howling
winds and lost rite and the echo
of a sacred wish-born promise,
to take, to hold, to relish,
the hint of another season,
~ shadow ~
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a vision of glorious pleasure,
your words speak shadows
of exquisite delight and
wandering fantasy of
dream songs and
smooth soft thighs
of fruits and mellons
with a rose colored
lips to grace a tender
sensitive vulnerable,
to bind you to joy and
rapture devotion giving
erotic submissive arms
kneeling huddled to
travel thru sunset
and feed the beast
and drink the demon
lover friend guardian
child bardic shaman
of jeweled realms
and diamond thunder
lightening bolts, to suckle
relish and replenish,
to nurture with touch
and naked embrace,
your wet haired sweat
and taste a distant
resplendent imagined
thing, to scar the night,
~ shadow ~
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an intimate hidden moment
when worlds collide and realms
desolve rebirth desolve rebirth,
when all feeling slips into a single
thread of whisper and dream,
when fire speaks moon
and wet tastes sweet,
when a simple line curves,
when a bone is filled with tenderness,
when a breath becomes heaven,
when a storm sings silence,
when two moments become one,
when dance shadows dance,
it is good to love and be loved,
~ shadow ~
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to trace lines and awaken passion,
the feel of her spine upon my touch
smooth over muscle and tender naked
curve bone and heat from wet embrace
to hold and take and relish, to taste
with utter hunger, to fill a long yearning
thirst, to feed and be fed, to take and
be taken, a wondrous joy and exquisitely
tender delicate fiery burning passion,
to know her, to feel her, to taste her,
a oneness in moments of bliss,
to serve and be served,
such magic unfolds,
such realms of jewels,
such innocence,
tears from years of desolate seasons,
~ shadow ~
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to discover such beauty
in naked surrender,
to give a tenderness of
spirit, a delicate place,
a vulnerable,
a revealing of a most
exposed place,
to shed cloth and lace,
to lay prone,
to listen with whisper,
to breathe with soft breath,
to nurture with eyes and
patient ear, stillness
and silent words, the magic
of a look and hint of touch,
what driving hunger and
long unfed thirst,
to relish in exquisite form
and heat and warm hot red
flesh skin smooth bones
hair thigh leg toes,
the little things,
the subtle things,
to speak desire,
to speak a will to
know and embrace,
to breach walls
and hidden things,
to challenge a world
of hidden dreams,
to awaken that which
lives within, sleeps
within, hungers within,
my dear lovely beautiful,
~ shadow ~
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she awakens the night . . .
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we venture a deeper truth,
a more exquisite beauty,
we ride the crest of a more ancient wave,
we seek a far and distant shore where truth
holds nobility and honor speaks such passion,
we remember a forgotten future when a child
was born and a gift was given,
we remember the blood oath of a warrior
who walked with clan and tribe,
the sacred circle and the ring of power,
we remember,
~ shadow ~
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