WhoreOfBuntylon

Created Jul 21 2007 •

There was an apple tree,
In the garden at us,
On which rosy-red apples grew.
Now whenever I see an apple,
I think of you.

The walls were high,
And warming,
With many-many a-secret gate.
We would lie head-to-head talking,
'Till late.

Badgers wore fine waistcoats;
Tiggers hung from the trees.
We could dress-up as anything,
Cowboys and milkmaids and cops and or queens.

And be.


There was grass that went on till forever,
To run fast on (me, chasing, you, chasing, me),
With slopes to (oh dear!) get caught on;
And Roll and tumble,
And hug.

Though the path is melancholy confusing,
It's you that I shall always find.
On infinite-summer days dreaming.
In the garden
Of our mind

--isolde

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Created Jul 21 2007 •

Sweet rain,
I would be the web to catch you;
If you fall.
Eagerly awaiting:
Your warm, wet embrace.

Let me hold you, glistening;
Reflecting the world,
In your scintillating facets.
Enwrapping me,
In your droplets.

-- Isolde.

(tnx etc. for the pic)

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Created Jul 21 2007 •

Love, love, my love: love
Sometimes comes on me, unexpectedly.

-- Like the sudden silence of a powercut.

And I'm left breathlessly squirling.
Heart twisting, turning, this way, that...
Thoughts; falling over, under, between.
Towards you,
Dressed in all,
My tatterdemalion dreams.


--isolde

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Created Jul 21 2007 •

I know where Sadness lives
Among roses and the clouds
In memory-haunted houses
With long sun-stained walls

I know the paths it walks at sunset and dawn
The twilights between worlds
The cliffs from where it watches
The tide go out and return

I know where it lies down to sleep
And where its coat is kept
On an empty peg in the wardrobe
Of Always Never Yet


--isolde

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Created Jul 16 2007 •

Distant whispers,
Echo and flitter,
Round us like moths in the night.

Silent darkness,
Surrounds us and holds us,
Together, heart-tethered, tonight.

Minds wander,
In hand-in-hand wonder,
We lay basking in hidden delight.

Life's path runs beside us,
But we've stepped off, and are timeless.

~

Watching frogs by the lily-pond
We (lay | lie | will lie) quiet, calm and contented

Perhaps you (looked | look | will look) at me and (said | say | will say):
"You have shown me my soul."

Perhaps I (replied | reply | will reply):
"Only by the light of mine burning; you have set it on fire."

Or perhaps it (was | is | will be) just a frog jumping, *PLIP*
And we (said | say | will say) nothing, with our voices
Just our eyes.

~

Distant murmers,
Like faraway thunder,
Comforting, tender...
Your voice is my dream.

--isolde

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Created Jul 16 2007 •

I shall take the flutter-byes within me,
    To the dark dark woods,
        And set them free.
Then consider them lost,
    As the world they wander.
        To find another;
As lovely as thee.

--isolde

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Created Jul 16 2007 •

The clock:
Ticks.
The tap:
Drips.
-- The phone --
Rings not.

The street:
Murmurs.
A radio:
Chatters.
-- The phone --
Still silent.

The cat:
Purrs.
Someone:
Sighs.
The cable:

...Lies severed.


--isolde

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Created Jul 16 2007 •

Danza! Danza!
Fire and thunder.
With our arms we spin,
With our eyes we plunder

Rapaciously tasting
Each other's embrace,
Eyes before hands:
Start to unlace.

Rain soaked silk,
Glints from flame and moon.
Stuttering hearts,
Drum what's coming soon...

Breath comes faster,
Faster we spin.
Holding close this moment,
Before giving in.

Danza! Danza!
Fire and thunder,
Faster, faster;
Faster. FASTER!


--isoldé

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