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the nectar of love
only comes with
the poison of pain,
two for the exorbitant price of one

standing
at the chasm of life and death
destroyed by love
grief remains as life’s sole friend

the memories of love
now belong to time
and this aging body to the five elements.

© 2019
 Jun 2019 Bek Blanchard
A
I can’t decide
if I’m comforted by the fact
that every thought  
I’ve ever had
has probably been had
before

And I don’t know
which is worse
That we are, perhaps
incredibly,
undeniably
not special at all
Or that we incredibly,
undeniably
are
June 21, 2019
.
A rose from a window
looks like any other rose,
but as the old lady stares
out through the thin glass
a fondness develops,
begins to form a memory,


reaching back,
grasping the past,

that very slowly forms
the image of a rose,
proud in an old garden,
upstanding to catch the eye
of a young girl
staring out of a window.



© Pagan Paul (19/06/19)
.
Gentle wind touched my cheek
breathing softly.
Whispering caresses danced over me
rippling my hair
stroking my skin
lulling me.

I slept.

Gentle wind rolled me over
and over
fluttering , leaf like
rising and falling
billowing.

I dreamed.

I soared on the wings of elation
and touched,for a moment,
the soft tranquility of peace,
and in the silence of my mind
I felt a soft insistence
a silent probing
that touched my soul
and filled me with longing.

The edge of eternity lay before me
beckoning with shining eyes
and I undulated
gently
to and fro
reaching out with tendrils of myself.

Searching

The edge of perception
lay always out of reach
veiled in the mists of forgetfulness
flashing impressions
too vague to recognize
and remember

too long ago

I awoke.
from my collection "moments in time "
Trust is earned slowly,
Over the course of one's life,
But lost in an instant.


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Let me take you from the light
                     To present you darkness
This figure of fiery pain
                     As her slender fingers trace your imperfections As her eyes beg you to speak
                     As her lips descend upon yours
Stopping ever so slightly
                      Lingering about
Her breath
                     Waves of joy
Her delicate body
                     Wrapped around you
squeezing you
                     Accepting you.
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