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Ali Mayo Aug 2014
Insidious......deceptive...
under cover of the dark...
Inveigling....creeping...
grasping at my heart!

Whispering.....yearning....
suggesting, but discrete....
Implying....hinting...
paths that cross and meet.

Howling ......longing....
echoing deep inside.....
Tempting......prising....
forcing feelings to collide!

Gasping.....screaming.....
whimpering my plea.....
Unclasp my soul with both hands....
and set it roaming free.......
Ali Mayo Aug 2014
How late the night drifts through our whimsical lives.
How bright the day dawns....raising hope, nurturing existence.
How deep swells the waters, ebbing our emotions with its tide.
How swirls the mists of time, blurring our sight ....our senses.

We will yell in protest against cruelty and anarchy,
We will tread gingerly through the posterns of history,
We will rail against the tempest that erodes our faith,
We will cradle frail tendrils of endurance and survival.

We may file against the Almighty for the wanton destruction,
We may flee before the kernel of our world implodes,
We may never be able to attempt a reconstruction,
Our memories are but motes within our Universe.

We heed not the gratuitous warnings,
We continue along our path, blinkered and scornful,
Who will turn off the lights behind us?
Our essences unable....our spirits mournful....

Candour and truth cannot help us now,
Cataclysms will smack us between the eyes,
Too late! We gasp our indignation...
Too late!  We crumble and our world dies.....
Ali Mayo Aug 2014
I love the simple things in life....
The heart rending bird-call just before dawn,
Crunching footsteps across frost-bitten grass,
Scudding clouds across an engorged full moon,
The reverberation of waves as they hit the cliffs below,
The unsteadiness of new-born legs,
The sensation of snow on rose-heated cheeks,
The diaphragm throbbing bass of an orchestra,
The taste of salt when a storm riles the sea,
The feel of grass between my toes,
Sensual music oozing through my veins,
Getting caught in a shower of cherry blossom on a windy day,
Being dazzled by colour and artistic renditions,
Receiving a present that someone has made themselves,
Happy endings,
A seductive kiss in the rain,
Films that grab you by the short and curlies,
Books that invade and probe your imagination,
The feel of a butterfly landing on my skin,
A yearning to reach beyond our universe and visit the tantalising stars that I see on a clear night,
The unrestrained laughter of a child,
The mischievous glint in someone's eye,
A replete sigh, indicating good food, good wine and fantastic company,
A friend contacting me out of the blue,
Bare skin upon bare skin,
Cobwebs glistening with early morning dew,
Wood-smoke as it wafts up my nose,
Fulfilling the expectation in someone's eyes,
Snuggling against a beating heart,
The sensation of a cold mountain stream on a sweltering day,
People that make me think and laugh,
The rub of an unshaved cheek,
The quickening of my pulse at the thought of finding my soul-mate,
Rain clattering on a corrugated iron roof,
An unexpected hug or kiss,
The feel of polished marble or wood beneath my finger tips,
The unbridled intensity of a storm,
The first rays of a sun-rise and the diffused glow of a sunset,
Rustling through a carpet of leaves,
Someone snoring in my ear to send me to sleep,
Feeling the sun on my face after a cold snap,
The tactile feel of warm fur beneath my hands,
Waking up in someone's arms,
Singing along to my favourite songs without being self-conscious,
Making slow, sensual, all-encompassing love!
Ali Mayo Aug 2014
Somewhere under the Super Moon
You lie awake and see....
Somewhere under the Super Moon
The same drifting stars as me...
Somewhere under the Super Moon
Your hear reaches out for mine...
Somewhere past the Super Moon
Our planets meet and re-align.

Somewhere under the Super Moon
You gaze up to endless skies...
Somewhere under the Super Moon
They're reflected in my eyes.
Somewhere under the Super Moon
My soul awaits its turn.
Somewhere under the Super Moon
It's mate's unwitting yearn.

Somewhere under the Super Moon
I cling on...willing to survive.
Somewhere under the Super Moon
You too.....remain alive.
Somewhere under the Super Moon
Our two separate bodies beat.....
For it'll be one night under the Super Moon
These two lost souls will meet!

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