a thing called WANT...

my want of
you
lies deep
deep within
too deep
within
to let loose
the salty tears
leaving trails
of all my fears
stuck deep
deep within
too deep
within
 


my want of
you
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[a repost but a post true for today - well, and every day, for me, actually - enjoy]

PHANTOM LIMBS...

lust defined
flesh on flesh

love confined
thoughts of him

draped ‘cross her mind

like phantom limbs

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pieces of me from yesteryear...

if i but could

take the hurt
from out the wound
that lingers there
if i but could
take the rage
from out the deep
that dwells within
if i but could
take the sorrow
that sucks your life
away
if i but could
my love
 i surely
would

~

take my arms
my love
shelter from
the storm

you need
not ask
my love
for what
is mine
is yours

take my lips
my love
taste till
you are filled

you need
not want
my love
for they are mine
to give

take my heart
my love
we need not
ever part

you need
not need
my love
for love is
mine to give

there are no strings attached
no chains to hold you here

for love, my love,
my only claim

~

you take my breath away
i cannot help but stare

there is no end in sight
to the love i see there

i cannot help but stare

for you were always there
just a touch away

but it took love
to turn the night away

i cannot help but stare
~

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[there is another little yesteryear piece of me below - at voices from 1975]

the three...

come lay beside me for a while

and let me kiss your sweet sweet smile...

last night i lay with you
on beds of verdant green
in gardens filled with jasmine dreams...

there is your love i slip into
when days are dark and life all blue
there is your heart i hold in mine
when nights are stark and stars don't shine

there is your love

who...

when chaos comes to stay

who will keep the lion at bay
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