What is it ?

What was it

About you and me

That suddenly wanted to vanish

But could not?

What did it have to do

With time

Or distance

Since we  both always knew

Those

Did not exist?

What is it

Among us humans

Trying to stop

Quit

Since we both always knew

Those are but

Different, contradictory

Ways of looking at

The same reality?
...

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Dream In Motion by Tanya Mayers

Love Aroma Spells

Now is today...
I am no longer an enemy
To all I’ve met.

In fact, I liked you first,
Then found you later
Found
I loved you.

And that love had flowered
From seedling to petals dark red
Emitting that aroma of loveliness...

And the love in my heart blossomed
As it was watered
By those sweet words of yours
And I loved you more and more
With each day of living.

Completely smitten,
By your charms,
Your wit,
Your just listening to me.

I rant and rave about everything
Or nothing...
There are so many wishes
For us in my soul…

I cannot see us
Leaving one another
Parting in death
Or any other way
Until we at least-
At last
Meet one in the other
As all the others
As it it’s supposed to be…

And hold onto each other
For life
For dear
Dear life
And for love
For dear
Dear love….

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Emailing

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FROM: Me
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TO: You
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SUBJECT: What I cannot say...
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Dear D,

Although we speak on the phone

Almost every day

Although we have lovely dinners together

(Three times a week on average)

Although we make love every time

We meet

Although we look at each other’s eyes and

Talk

So interesting conversations

Discussions about smart aims and goals

Although this and that,

I need to write to you

I need to tell you about it

Press the keys of every single letter of every single word

To tell you how I feel this deep sweet breeze

And these gusts of wind which seem

They want to take me there

As I face the outside

The sea so bright- as the night

And the moon and etcetera.

And because you are not here

Because I am so used to

Not having you here

All the time

Because you can never sleep the nights

By my side

In or out of me

Because this nuance

We can not share but through

Written words

I write and will go on

I need to say here so that

You understand

That when I told you that

I meant this or the other

That when you looked at that girl

I got furious

But you loved it

And you said I looked prettier then

And I love it

If you love it

I write because when I write

I get rid of all these messages

Statements, phrases

Idioms, sentences

Words that rhyme

And words that don't

To my head on and on

Yes, they come, any way.

And I drop commas

And I keep on

Pressing the keys of the words that report

So well and state better even than body language

Or maybe not as well as that…

But I write and my fingers hurt

But must be that

I was born to write

Especially when I miss

Especially when I can’t have

What I want when I want

And all that and more

All in all,

I write to utter

I love you

And so that

It does not go with this

Or any other

Wind.

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© Dulce

Our Pillow

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

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

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.) _____________________________________________________________________________

Dulce