He once wrote to me...
Where do I live? Play this game
With me, please!
North of South, South of North
East, west--it's the same
I live within you,
Deep in that part
Deep in your heart.
To once again visit you,
Little flower of the Atlantic
To once more experience the
Aroma of your essence
Be in your actual presence
Where I enter and leave
the loving loveliness I find
Made it worth to put all behind
And travel all the distance
We ask each other
Less than one week of life
Unequalled in time and space
As love is not of those
And love is what we've chose
Smelling the flower there,
A petal of your flower beckoned
Right by that glorious place
Where one day I reckoned
This is where I must be.
Take me from my desolation
From my immolation
Do not shower, do not shave
All things sweetheart I'll save
For the ultimate union, of us
Your head upon the pillow
My head on the same pillow
Flowers unisexual, like the willow
Our beings just so mellow
Why my feet, now on the pillow?
Your loving words
Across an ocean
Always in motion
Words...and water
Both, a consolation.
(Thank You my dear M.S.) _____________________________________________________________________________
24 comments:
A beautiful story of love :)
Sweeter Dulce, this is positively OUTSTANDING! But it does not sound entirely like YOUR words?
And the pictures! OMG! Those are without doubt "chosen-by-Dulce"...
Hey I thought YESTERDAY was "Dulce's Wednesday Erotic Day"--now extended into Thursday. Maybe that depends on where you live????? Oooops!
Love you from here to there.
You are right Steve dear... In fact these are not my words... I copied them from ...say.. You? Or someone from another place on the other side of the so deep atlantic ocean- like you! LOL Oh my!
Eres un Sol > Sweet Peep.
Is this how separated love feels, how it waits, and remembers? I think it is. You made letters become words, and the words become voices. And the voices are soft.
Thanks Dulce, Secretia
Thank you Secretia for such lovely WORDS!!!
gm sweet Dulce. Another beautiful write. Oh I how love your thoughts, putting them words for us to share, take us into a world of sensual fantasies. As we become engrossed into your words, the words take actions, actions as sensual as placing ones feet on the pillow.
AS I am an ocean gal there is something that is gloriously sweet and all things nice about it..
You set your words in wonderful emotions Dulce. Lovely, HOT to say the least.
Ti AMO
Good god, your poems are incredible ....
thank you for writing and sharing them :)
Oh the yearning..I love it.
To me , this is your very best work, Poetess...
Sorry I was delayed visiting, but I am here now and grateful to be...
love & hugs~
Calli
tides of love and sensuality ?
i liked that .
God bless the Atlantic .
absolutely beautiful, as always a treat to read. today is g-mans birthday and i posted a card on my blog, i would like to try and get as many flash 55 players to stop by and copy the card i made for him and post it on their blogs. he is not feeling well and will not be checking up on us until tonight so maybe you can post it with your 55, and we can give him a cyber surprise party to make him feel better, i hope you can play i have a lot of other bloggers to invite have a great day!!
Beyond beautiful...
This is amazing! I cannot believe your words here:
"Be in centre of your existence
Where I enter and leave
the loving loveliness I find
Made it worth to put all behind
And travel all the distance"
Absolutely exquisite and I love the pictures too!
xo Gabi
seperation, longing, togetherness -- very sensual and well done!
Such beautiful words...sadness I feel, so far from my beloved.
This is by far one of the best I've read from you. I don't know how you do it. Wonderful love story :)
Love this poetic letter. Absolutely Lovely!
Consoling today.
Happy Birthday, G-Man.
Car Goes Boom
Another hot hot hot piece. I'm loving this conversation, this monologue, this letter addressed to one I love. Beautiful, Dulce!
Glad to see your wishing G-man a happy birthday.
Another movingly erotic poem.
Tengo amores del otro lado del atlántico, no como este, pero mi corazón ahora tiene brazos largos, ya vi que no es tuyo, pero te representa.
Me emocionas siempre y hoy especialmente con tu comentario de Silvio.
Besos:)
Indeed, this sounds a little different. How did your feet get on the pillow, Dulce dear? Are you all turned around and upside down? ;-)
mmmm...I love love and you write about it with such quiet passion of granduer...
much love
You've taken me on a mini vacation and I feel like opening a bottle of vino now and listening to Bocelli. :)
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