Does my voice look at itself in the mirror
and see eyes lost in a desert
where butterflies
welcome one drop of rain,
or eyes that dance
inside a cup full of yesterdays
I cannot get back again?

Are there words my voice hears
that capture my heart
like music
and make me learn
my own path to walk,
existing inside of the joy
I find on a blank page
where my ink whispers to talk?

Could my voice be beautiful as a picture
painted inside a quiet heart
reaching out to be heard
time and time again
as if it walks seeking peace
inside of my every single word?

My voice looks at itself in the mirror
and sees that time is precious
in these eyes daring to look back
the same,
it picks up my pen
like a long lost friend
who never forgets my name.

My voice is not lost in a desert
bound eternally
to seek out the rain
nor does it dance
inside a cup full of yesterday.  
It sings across these blank pages
whispering
in the ink of my ways.

Desolate beings full of,

Awkward exchanges,
                         Empty glares,
Frigid collisions,
                        Struggling stares.

Disdained lovers with,

Vanishing memories,
                         Vain affections,
Impetuous attempts,
                         Impotent connections.

Familiar Strangers

We are

A promising future

No more.


©Tina Thompson

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blamed, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thy self refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong, than hate’s known injury.
    Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
    **** me with spites; yet we must not be foes.

And in the drought, passion roared through that eternal water spout.
There was some doubt but then the world realized what this life was really about.
Heads were in the clouds only to find out that the stars have aligned.
Enraptured in love is where we've found ourselves so gently intertwined.
And in this time, no such face with numbers existed.
We ran together taking the opportunity as though we could have missed it.
It was bliss and had the moment had physical elements I might have kissed it, too.
For only from all perspectives do we acknowledge what is true.
It was indefinitely inspiring and on that notion we flew.

*What we share is beautiful, and what's not commonly known is taboo.
It just might be that what potentially starts with me, could end with you

Your intelligence inspired me and compelled
     Me to reach for higher fences.

Your beauty disarmed me and caused
     Me to cast aside closely held defenses.

Your touch warmed me and stimulated
     Every one of my senses

Your Love engulfed me and motivated
     Me to shed long held pretenses.


Sadly...

Your heart now evades me and embraces
     All of my offenses.