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BellaBloom May 2015
Let off the debt from yesterday
when you and I were (loves) virgins
lily white and yearning
dewy-eyed and callow
naive to the frailty of
We the tender footed
heart bruised and marked
breakneck blows from a fast hand
double-quick, posthaste
Remedy the wound
let growth be the antidote                                                         ­                         
satiate the womb
with golden spirit
BellaBloom May 2015
I've seen too many faces
but none I've recognized
it's this constant
lingering depression
that confines and redefines
screaming for a savior
the guilt invades instead
cursing out the voices
deep inside my head
I'd play this broken record
but it lies somewhat abused
never really noticed
it remains used and bruised
I try to get away
as my phone keeps on ringing
and the pain that I'm feeling
are the words that you're bringing
you tell me not to worry
but the worries in my heart
this darkness overwhelms me
it's weak I play the part
time is standing still
as I call for something more
but my hand is paralyzed
as I'm reaching for the door
so I turn and walk away
disappointed from the truth
waiting is my downfall
as I wait for something new
I slip to the rain
through the fog through the clouds
a ghost to my secrets
through the days I have found
nothing can compare                                                  
to these words that I'm living
the days that are dying
are the deaths that are giving
BellaBloom May 2015
I remember your lips and your sonnet
and a perfect sunrise alive early hour
I remember our nights
and the long hours kept
glances here and over the shoulder
I remember you reaching over
gently grasping my hand
The hold of strong iron
with the sweat of my land

It was like a fast train
a transparent boxer with a heavy hit
I try to keep my footing through its mighty solid fit
I love you
and I have loved you
for so long dear
Come to my side and be my witness

Days speed
and all of my pain, another tattoo
a reminder of when I was with you
I blanket myself with dreams
it was rich for awhile
Days slept too long
and the threads became undone
A nightmare followed
close by as a spy
I've walked around this place a thousand times
prison steps from yesterday
the wood has softened

I bow my head
to see your face
another tear
my eyes trace
outline to shadow
I close my eyes
and hope for sound
to pull from you
to heal from you

We never part with words
just hunger

Today, I will tell you that I'm lucky
I've got an angel on my right
and you on my left
I see your eyes, like diamonds,
follow through the white-hot steam on tenuous glass
I place my finger on the same line you started
repeat the movement
and trace back my name

Your breath is heavy
your pulse of heart rhythmic with mine
In unison we are alive


"In Sympathy In Existence"

(c)April 18, 2008, Bellabloom,
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BellaBloom May 2015
I wake today
with the strength of heaven
at my bedside
with the light of the sunrise
tapping my window
and shattering out to colors
the dance of dusk and dawn
I wake with the pulse of nature
at my toes
Earth begins to soften
and seed begins to stir

My body is the depth of sea
heavy, steady and rooted
This fragile creation
a matriarch thrown
my gentle bed
Steadiness of soil
wet grass and burning leaves
over naked flesh
like spider webs on fish bones
The solidity of rock
where I lay my head
anchored and grounded

Outside the beast and the chattering crow
both alive with song
The spirits of the mountains
their roots are deep
I pierce the air
and watch them dance
from flat to peak
to a red and purple sunset
let my tired eyes seak

I arise today
Through God’s strength to fuel me
God’s wisdom to guide me
God’s hand to guard me
Alone or in a multitude
an armor to shield me from injury


"May Queen"
(c) Mar 17, 2008, Bellabloom
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BellaBloom May 2015
When our night soon devours
I give to you and into hours
Honey sweet Nectar Dew
Gift of flesh Forbidden fruit
Nourishment Rooted like tree
Drink of sweat A Golden sea
Fever rich Night drunk
Parting limbs Anchor sunk
Pleasure pours From thy tongue
Until our rise Unruly sun



©BellaBloom
BellaBloom May 2015
Lips wild honeyed and rich
swallow this ocean down
until our bed is of desert
We'll find our space
between rock and under

One eye of Apollo
and the other of Luna
Between the two your pearly blue
I am bronzed luminescent and heavy

Wild eyed and thirsty
I look to my palms
steady and solid
a platform
an oasis
where two dragonflies careen
mid air on wing

I free my carry
this castle in air
my heavy heart
I give to you
without let
ever and again


"Waking Up Fingers"
(c) Nov 25, 2007, Bellabloom,
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BellaBloom May 2015
And when your day expose to test,
Come home to where your soul can rest
Darling come home

The night lit up by lovers yearn
wet lips taught
breathed an impassioned nocturne
The winds lament
swells the air
milk dampened with opaline tears
the sweat on flesh and fear
High as the rising tide
with might and main
with lust and claim
one slow kiss at a time
Fingers on flesh,
tracing my heart in hand
languished and bracing
In your eyes I am mirrored pallid
these naked gentle bones
back arched,
arms outstretched
innocense exposed

My lovers heart beats devoted
his pulse of heat is mine the same
two bodies embraced
my skin of silk his body drapes
This passionate heart,
his native drum
with every beat a roaring thunder runs
My eyes are of twilight and dawn
jewels your fingers give to me
flowering and brown
wild as the forest
calm as meadow
both dance,
my dearest fortune dances voluptuously on my belly

My body yearns
entranced with every breath
the rise and fall from his two iron gates
my fingers fleet to caress
Arms like veins up along my thighs
make me weak at the knees
as I fall into your sea
great body of beauty
wash over me
Come to my mouth
sweet, perfumed tongue
where my lips pour sweet wine
and drink my breath of infinite kisses
I am his queen
His body lapped over me
as if he was caressing his own white casket

Vagabonds enslaved to this beauty
Reckless creatures



"Your Gaze, Your Mouth, Your Foot, Opens Door",
(c) Jul 19, 2008 , Bellabloom, and its affiliates and assigns and licencors
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