To dance within your heart of dreams,
and touch the soul of a loved one dear.
Feeling the fire of passion in your blood,
to hold their loving body near.
Two souls, once meant to be as one,
Being loved, only to remain forever apart.
Hoping forever to be reunited in the end.
within your true lover’s arms,
Your soul filled with longing.
Loving, yet never to know true love.
A part crying out for the chance, to
move to the beat of love, life’s endless dance.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
My thoughts have turned to fantasy of a dream I wish to live.
As a sapling, into a tree grows with branches reaching to the sun.
It’s countless leaves offering shelter to the creatures scurrying below.
So it is my fantasy and dreams offer protection to my tortured soul.
The season changes, setting the leaves ablaze, reflecting the fire that lies
here dormant. Within a body and mind riddled with pain.
Shining out from eyes that have refused to age. Some see me as a woman
past her prime, but to look closer would reveal a heart that beats with a passion
which is sublime.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 1:48 PM UTC
Her breath flutters softly across his skin,
with the light airiness of sweet innocence.
Like a butterfly’s textured wings flutter,
as it drinks the nectar of the flowers.
Touching her inexperienced lips to his lightly,
her tongue exploringly tastes of his kiss.
Burning with a flaming desire for this man,
yet terrified of the fire within herself.
She can hear his whispered words of love,
just as she can feel it in his every touch.
Longing to let him still the raging tides,
that are rushing to the surface of her mind.
Desperately she pushes him away,
while an inner voice begs him to stay.
He gazes at the tears, the agony of indecision
in her eyes, knowing she will go, his heart aches.
As she runs from him across the grassy slopes,
he staunchly watches as she tries to escape
two hearts destined amongst the stars to be joined.
He cries out “ We shall never again be free!”
She pauses, stilled by the raw pain in her lover’s voice.
Throughout eternity his touch she shall feel.
As she turns and disappears, he feels the flutter
against his lips of a butterfly’s kiss.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
From my Dark Watcher series:
Evil rage strikes forth from his soul,
raw with the pain of rejection.
Reaching out to callously feed on another.
Caught in a web of deceit so lethal as to –
infect the lives of the innocent with his poison.
He cripples their future with angry words, painful blows,
Castes them out with vile actions of revenge-
destroying all their dreams.
He tears at the last vestige of hope,
till there is nothing but darkness, and despair,
dragging them into the same pit of rage
that swallowed him.
Love and hatred embraced in a pitiful-
dance of conformity,resignation in every step.
Contagious venom leaks from one to another,
creating a bane of evil, so corrupt, and secretive,
the damage-sometimes irreversible.
Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
This may be difficult for some to read, as many shall see themselves within the written words, either as the perpetrators or the victims of abusive relationships.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
A day, not so very long ago,
our lives were made complete.
GOD sent us such a blessing,
a child so soft and sweet.
A gentle, pretty little girl,
With a smile that catches your eye.
Chestnut hair, and a button nose,
eyes as blue as the morning sky.
As he looks down upon this
Earth of yours and mine.
He knows he sent an Angel,
as a blessing and a sign.
As I watch you grow
I come to realize,
How very special you are
In your Grandma’s eye.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Her words ignite a fire in his blood as
thoughts of possessing her fill his mind.
He knows not how she is able to touch him
with the miles so vast between them.
But her words are as fingers of passion,
leaving a burning trail across his skin.
She speaks the language of lovers as old as time,
with a desire so intense it rages beyond control,
filling his heart with a glorious love, and a warmth
that reaches deep into his soul.
He knows this to be the only way his love for her
he can embrace, for the vows she has spoken before
him she knows she can not disgrace.
So let it be here that he has her love,
for he knows he can never say goodbye.
She has intertwined her thoughts with his,
touched his heart with fingers of love and desire.
He understands that in her heart and soul a
lifetime of love for him alone resides.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
The air is brisk, all the leaves the color of flames,
as they send off sparks to incite the heat of desire.
Watching as they sway like lovers dancing in the wind.
The sun reflects off the pond as if sprinkled with glitter.
Ducks swim amongst the flickering lights as if they
were a ballet that never tires,
A path leads to a magical gazebo that has withstood
the hands of time. Etched into its body are the words
of lovers written in rhyme. What wonderful secrets
this old wood must have heard told. All the kisses
and whispered endearments of lovers so bold.
Stolen kisses, forbidden embraces, anger, frustration,
laughter and tears. this place had to have seen it all,
in it’s many years. Touch the wood and feel all the warmth
of love and desires it holds. Each grain protecting a memory
of one of many in its fold.
So come with me my friends, walk along its trodden paths.
Stroll with me into the Realm of love and fantasies.
Listen to the winds of change, dancing through the leaves.
If you listen close you just might be able to hear, a lover’s
soft laugh or maybe the falling of a tear.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC
Trapped within my web of fantasy.
Floating upon the sea of desires.
Searching for the master of dreams,
to set this lady’s heart afire.
A touching of the minds
and a seducing of heart.
Loving them tenderly,
only to quietly depart.
Mesmerized by the fire,
caught within the dancing flames.
No thoughts of the costs,
no casting out of blame.
Thinking not of the future,
with no regrets of the past.
Living in the precious moment,
letting one feel my touch.
Just to end my torment.
Trying only to make it last.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:28 PM UTC
Duke was admiring his puppy self in the mirror,
when upon his nose a bright red spot did appear.
Turning his head first to the left, then to the right,
studying his nose and this strange red dot so bright.
His young Master Ryan had red dots across his nose.
“Freckles” Ryan had told the pup, with eyes so sad.
So if it was a freckle it was also bad.
Ryan, his best friend was human, you see.
Duke was a puppy, one day a dog to be.
Humans sometimes got freckles.
Dogs sometimes got fleas.
He remembered another time,
When he had found a flea.
That was so long ago.
But not like this one, that
in the light seemed to glow.
Maybe if he barked, it would go away.
“ WOOF!” He said, and still it stayed.
Scared, his master Ryan he went to find.
lying his head in Ryan’s lap, he whined.
Ryan looked at his pup and laughed with glee,
a the red spot on his puppy’s nose he did see.
Duke looked up and was surprised to see,
that Ryan had hundreds of the same red fleas.
In the room Ryan’s Mother came,
“So this is where my glitter went” She exclaimed.
Ryan laughed at his Mom and Duke was relieved.
This strange red spot that had made him so bitter,
was not a freckle or a flea, but only red glitter.
Kathleen Kohl/Levinski
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
From my Dark Watcher Series;
You touched my skin, with hands of a lover,
though you had not the right.
You took that, which belonged only to me,
without any thoughts of foresight.
You talked to me with evil lies,
taking away a child’s’ face.
You brought a deadly fear into the heart,
which no amount of love could erase.
Sword of passion, you destroyed an innocent,
replacing a trusting heart with shame.
Tearing my world apart with every touch,
whispering that it be in God’s name.
My soul now empty, forever searching
for that, stolen so ruthlessly in the past.
Trying to heal, yet finding it hard to believe.
Seeking a future, an oasis, in a desert so vast.
How? Once again I ask of you,
could you so callously abuse my trust?
You took an innocent faith, and my love,
Casting it out with the fulfillment of your lust.
Kathleen M. Kohl/Levinski
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:10 PM UTC