October 30th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
Feelings
- Sometimes it’s good to pause and write
- Of feelings that wake you in the night
- And make you feel so all alone,
- Seeking arms you’ll never own.
- Not yours to own, but only borrow-
- You’ll need to find new arms tomorrow.
- Feelings that wake you in the night
- Will take you to places of sheer delight.
- They bid you rest awhile and stay.
- And gratefully, you will obey.
Fires
- The look in your eyes said desire.
- I confused it, for a moment, with love.
- When kindling flames,
- It’s hard to distinguish
- Until it’s extinguished.
- Side by side,
- Desire diminished,
- I saw the dying embers of lust
- Fade into the darkness of sleep.
- No coals to keep,
- To re-ignite.
- When morning mist drenches
- The passions of night.
Terror
- The dream came and terror tore
- The strands of dreamless sleep.
- I woke in fear-
- Could sleep no more,
- Afraid of falling,
- Plunging deep
- Into the dark and alien abyss.
- And just as if,
- Knowing this,
- Your arms reached out with warm embrace
- Securing me in sheltered space.
- ‘Twas then I knew that I would stay
- Until the time you turn away.
- Then once again, so suddenly
- The haunting panic crept through me
- As all at once I did recall
- The fear that came before the fall.
- Fearing, at the break of day
- You would send me far away
- From arms that hold me in the night.
- In abject fear I hang on tight!
- For now, I’m safe from clenching fear.
- For now, my love, you hold me near.
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October 22nd, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- After all the time of waiting,
- She finally came along
- But what had started out all right
- Was ending up all wrong.
- His family, they all loved her.
- So to keep things simplified,
- He courted her, although he knew
- She would never be his bride.
- Reckoning since they’d come this far
- They might as well go on.
- He hitched their wagon to a star
- But the harness wasn’t strong.
- The star grew a comet’s tail
- And forcefully pushed them through the air.
- The harness broke; the wagon tore loose
- And they both ended up Nowhere.
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October 19th, 2007 by Linda Jenkinson
- I am not the love of your life.
- And neither are you, mine.
- Illusion is an outcast we both leave far behind.
- Now we dare embrace the reality we find.
- Holding you close is, for me, just enough
- Because you are the life of my love.
- I don’t see stars when your lips meet mine.
- When we kiss I don’t taste the sweetness of wine.
- There are no fireworks when our bodies entwine.
- Holding you close is, for me, just enough
- Because you are the life of my love.
- Your vision has opened a new world to me.
- You’ve unlocked a door and allowed me to see
- The stars in the heavens where God meant them to be.
- Holding you close is, for me, just enough
- Because you are the life of my love.
- I taste the passion in you whenever we kiss
- A taste full of desire that I can’t resist.
- And no other taste could be better than this.
- Holding you close is, for me, just enough
- Because you are the life of my love.
- I feel your power as our bodies entwine
- And the strength of your touch when your hand is in mine.
- Sheltered and safe is the feeling I find.
- Holding you close is, for me, just enough
- Because you are the life of my love.
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