we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - share our stories around the campfire - come along -

this site is simply a streamofconsciousness rambling of words and images in which i find meaning and beauty - there is no organized order of thought or format -
poetry painting and writing on love and life and things thereof from the heart and through the eyes of a louisiana gypsy spirit travelin' roads less traveled...enjoy -

THE GYPSYWOMAN WORLD

My photo
A...WOMAN IN MOTION WITH HAIR AS DARK AS NIGHT HER EYES WERE LIKE THAT OF A CAT IN THE DARK... SHE WAS A GYPSYWOMAN... she danced round and round... from the fire her face was all aglow... she was dancing... dancing... waiting for the RISING SUN... loving caring relationships are like THE RISING SUN...we are nourished by their warmth...we are energized by their strength...we grow in their light...we find shelter and solace there...they are our sanctuary... born in the sign of the sun, i am a true LEO-love the sun and its hot orange red fire-passionate in and about everything i do-i believe in instant chemistry charisma love/lust at first sight-in the magic of the eyes and the beauty of the soul-in the instant recognition familiarity in meeting someone from a past life and in the knowledge that we might meet in a future life-i believe that we are each ageless and flawless-i believe in the beauty of the moment-the whisper of yesterday-the hope of tomorrow-the power of forgiveness for even ourselves-the absolute and total beauty of love---[credit to brian hyland and curtis mayfield]

to dance with life

to dance with life
come dance with me...

Monday, July 25, 2011

he comes...


he wakes in her
the primal beast
upon whose heart
he must needs feast

he sings to her
in ancient rhyme
his love for her
throughout all time


he lives in her
aphrodite’s dream
and when they love
the night bears their scream
 
he comes to her
in primordial lust
she comes to him
because she must

he wakes
he sings
he lives

her

he
comes

~


- inspired by nica and ben who live in that place called ESPERANZA by TRISH MACGREGOR - 
- a place where hope lives on - 
- and love never dies -
~

8 comments:

karena said...

That fits perfectly for Nica and Ben. I anxiously wait to hear the rest of their story. Very nice poem. I'm kinda hoping they make Esperanza into a movie. I personally think it would go over big time! Keep the hot stuff coming'!!! (smiles)

Pearl said...

So sensual. You knock me out.

Pearl

GYPSYWOMAN said...

and it fits perfectly for each of us, too, i think, karen - at least for me - that need more than want thing - the craving - and more is never enough - never - still -

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, pearl! i'm very moved by your comment! thank you -

and karen again, about the hot stuff - girl, this isn't "hot" - it's mild - compared to what i think and feel most of the time! ;) uh, ok ok, ALL of the time! ;)

Trish said...

Nica and Ben love this piece! They say you've captured what they feel perfectly.

67 Not Out - Mike Perry said...

Mmmm - think I must read Esperanza!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

so happy to hear nica and ben like as they have "mused" several of my pieces which are some of my most favorites - cannot wait to find them in ghost key, trish!

GYPSYWOMAN said...

oh, dear, mike! you've not read esperanza? well, stop what you're doing right this moment and grab a copy at amazon, man! you won't be able to put it down, i promise! thanks so much for coming by - hope all is well in your world!