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An old soul dwelling on the edge of the present and the past. Creative melancholic, idealist, lonely romantic.

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An old soul dwelling on the edge of the present and the past. Creative melancholic, idealist, lonely romantic.

Tumblr: http://aparadiseofstrangers.tumblr.com/
All works copyrighted S.H. (C) 2014, unless otherwise stated.

Daughter,
you are a cathedral.
Your ribs rise in vaulted grace,
the nave of your mouth stands open,
and cloister arms,
extend.
Your skin's stretch marks
are etched like stained glass,
Flame light flickers in your eyes.
Wonder of time and art,
made by divine hands,
You are more beautiful than Notre Dame
and all her souls.

When the men come to pray,
Do not let them
desecrate this house.
Stand unshaken,
as the bombs burst around you.
You will tremble.
But you will not fall.

Enfold the weary pilgrim
who comes to you by night.
Sanctuary
he will say.
And find it, in you.

#love   #peace   #future   #hope   #woman   #strong   #daughter   #feminist   #sanctuary   #church  
Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
7 days ago

I am not falling.
I am drifting.
Slowly, gently,
as a feather does on the breath.
There is a quiet strength in this joy.
A safety,
my heart has not known before.
We stand on solid ground,
though our knees are weak.
The love in your hands
matches the look in your eyes.
Your pulse
beats in rhythm with mine.
There is peace.

I'm a bit in love.
#love   #life   #eyes   #hands  

One touch to validation.
Love's bright cousin
Passion has entered the stage.
Risen from her dormant hiding place
between arms and ribs.
"I miss you."
The 'm' becomes 'k'
and a 'want' appears.
I heard it.
Passion gets stuck in the drain
I know
you can't wash it away so quickly.
But fade, dangerous one,
fade.

Older stuff.
#love   #passion   #dark   #romance   #danger  
  Reposted by Elaenor Aisling  ·  Sep 23
Kemper Gottshall
Kemper Gottshall
Sep 22      Sep 24

I see you
Just a glimpse

My words
Shine too bright
Too swift

And you pull back with wonder

Words are not enough
And touch should stay forbidden

Elaenor Aisling
Elaenor Aisling
Sep 23      Sep 23

A kiss may bruise just like a sin
though sinless lips
have found their mark.
The sin is not a cast from grace,
but oh, in hell, it seems I walk.
These quiet sins God never said
were to damn us, but yet,
it feels
that I have damned myself.
With a kiss, a kiss.
I have damned myself.
Because I did not love thee,
yet here, here,
I've bruised thee
with a kiss.

I let beautiful things break my heart.
Acoustic guitars, boys with sad voices.
My own eyes.
Memories of long gone men and
clouds on nights when there should be stars.
Lonely places, and lonely people.
Kind hearts and gifts to freely given.
Oh, look
at all the beautiful mosaic shards.

#love   #heartbreak   #sad   #life   #eyes   #time   #stars   #music   #lovers   #gifts  

Beauty is pain.
It draws them in like flies.
They have caught their legs
in my flypaper hair.
And rip them off, one by one.
They fall like eyelashes into my palm.
They love, they love.
I cannot.

Sometimes I think people fall in love with me to easily.
 
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