you're the  tempting thing my father forbade
the very same that Mother bade me forsake
but when did i ever listen to anyone's entreaty?

you're that thing with the sweet ephemeral scent
that wafts into my brain and dares me to ignore it
but when did i ever turn away from your honey?

you're that indefinable thing floating in my heart
teasing my consciousness with things rare and infectious
when did i ever fail to to take the bait when you dangled it?

now dear sweet never-forsaken snare lying in wait
in that always not so apparent apparition of hope
my taunting self-afflicted mirage of hallucinatory bliss

i wallow deep in life's forgotten shapes and desires
that are forever mocking me in a dance of painful fancies
and we get back to where it all started: irresistible you!

this is the last mile of the long way
       i'm homeward bound
my bubbly resolve now holds sway
      i'm on the home stretch
this is where my dream comes true
       i'm firm and positive
this time around i took the right turn
      and i must surely get the prize
this is where we smile and are happy
     i'm one of the chosen few
this time the glow is huge and luminous
and my struggle leads to the next struggle
     this time my reward is certain
she waits for me with a glass of cold water
lodged deep inside the pupils of her eyes
     and i know i dreamed it all up again

his eyes were dead dull
but his intellect was sharp

his demeanor was mild and dignified
made her more triumphant and less terrified

he did not see her screaming imperfections
but seemed to know all her silent actions

love for him  was a blind leap into the future
confident of a soft landing on green turf

So she learned to see things with her heart
and surprised herself with the riches there

1 -
a therapeutic calm wafted across the valley
and a wispy mist in blue filled the still air
i stood transfixed on the tense river bank
seeing and not believing this magical sight
that on my mind weren't ever a blight

                               - 2 -
a frog with a bobbing throat leapt into the water
and sent a ripple that crept up the serene pond
till in time it reached the floater of my line
whereupon i felt a grip upon my timid heart
and a fish bigger than in stories broke the surface

                              - 3-
in that mystical moment the scales fell from my eyes
and i beheld a sight most wondrously mesmerizing
for there upon a delicate water lily in ballerina pose
was a maid with a beauty that no artist could conceive
in a soon forgotten sluggish million years or more

                           - 4 -
her eyes were like twinkling stars recently escaped
from the whirling depths of a cosmic wormhole
her nose was like a bridge to whimsical fantasy
and she beckoned to me with ever-increasing urgency
till i felt my will melt before her seductive wiles

                           - 5 -
then the voice of my mother called me from the edge
and the sleep induced by the moment began to dissipate
the maid began a dance like one for her nuptials
and the sound of distant drums bore into my soul
in faint echoes that were forever sinking into endless time

                            - 6 -
as in a surrealistic dream before the break of another day
the frog leapt out of the pond and onto the grassy bank
from the lily, like a fancy, the dancing maid disappeared
and there was neither mist nor breeze as i stood there
alone again with my fishing line and my baffled thoughts

shapi is leaving, the old man cried
shapi is going when she should stay, he said
lord knows i've done everything; i've tried
        she came into my life in a blaze of glory
        she of the dimples and the dancing eyes
        she was a breeze come whispering
        she of the rich ***** and coy smile
the story of my life was done; i was sated and glad
        when shapi set foot into my home and my heart
        she was a warm song on coldest winter nights
and a cooling effect when the humidity was unbearable
        the old man with several days' stubble wept sorely
        as his memories teased and tormented him
        shapi's sensuous figure haunted him still
        the artistry expended in her making
             the fluidity of her graceful curves
               life had never been this kind
                   where the things that bind
                  were concerned ...
  now shapi was leaving and he was alone
and the cloud of dust raised by the old bus
        choked his memory and dimmed his eyes
     those who had never seen and old man cry
    were hushed by his gushing tears and by his wailing
                as shapi left him, never again to return

Like a baby
thirsty and hungry
For nourishment
I cry for Mother
In the worst of times
Wanting her
To make the pain go away
For she's where it all ends
And she loves us all
No matter what

I did dream of you before first light of day
that together we laid
arm in arm holding each other close
spent from our love making

We watched from under covers
watched the sun call morning
and upon the table by the window
red roses did appear

Making love to you
is all I ever want to do
to be your love forever
on pillows of feathers

Hoping this dream comes to fruition
wanting you as my sweet commission
for the beauty I see in you is unique
you would make my life complete  

Summer rains do fall
as I think of you
then suddenly I wake
knowing my soul you do take


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

You want nothing and crave for nothing
only to be by the side of the one who chooses you
That's what happens when home is where the heart is

The sun may shimmer, singe or sear your flesh and your ego
and the rain may fall, patter or pour in heavy sheets cold
You stay because that's what happens when home is where the heart is

When they travel to far-off lands you're in their hearts where it's warm
You're in their  being where you need  no visa or residency permit; and
that's what happens to all and sundry when home is where the heart is

In time the great divide that has pleasure in keeping lovers asunder
silently stalks everyone without favour or discrimination
and creates the one time that the heart cannot be home

the enfeebled voice spoke of hopelessness
the inflamed flesh told of a spirit subdued
shrunken and felled by a creeping weakness
her sightless eyes  were a sign of approaching demise
yet she said she would see me in the morning
and next day under the winking sun i was at her mourning
keeping a promise made a long time ago under a cork tree
to sing about the beauty of a true heart that loved well
and how there was a place and a time for sundown trysts
in the world of articulate shadows beyond the endless blue
and there an enigmatic silhouette she waits in expectant vigil

There's no song in the wind ~
It's been a million miles since I've heard your voice ~
The leaves fall at someone else's feet ~
The trees sway to lyrics I don't recognize ~
At cliff's edge where we once held hands ~
There is a fog that blankets every emotion under my skin ~
I'm lost and you are gone ~
There's nothing else to do ~
But fall ~~~

TiaJFajardo

It's been so long,
Since I've written for her,
I apologize,
But I've been too busy,
Kissing the words into her mouth