May true love touch you



...may it touch you like lovers do at night,

embraced in a dance of sensuality that makes small gods dance,

entranced in the dance that only mortal bodies may weave,

as love between to two bodies is weaved and conceived.



May true love touch you like dew touches leaves,

bright leaves in a newborn spring,

as tiny bells of faerie creatures,

the sound of their bells music in bell…

He plays a song for her,

as soft small hammers bounce off the strings;

he plays upon that dulcimer a dream that he already sees,

a dream that shall enter her mind as she slumbers,

a song that speaks of lifes more mysterious and more pleasant things.

He plays this song until she is lulled to sleep,

and under the melody of this dulcimers song,

her dreams are kept in his keep.

Her eyes drift lazily away from the worries of the day…

Nothing

...nothing compares to this sweet good morning,

in which you awake to a loves enticing restraint,

as I present to you chafe of bondage at wrists and feet,

and I prepare for you a feat of sensual delights,

a tactile delight of Breakfastt in bed.



As you lay restrained before me,

quiet sigh played upon softest of lips,

I feed you a single strawberry,

placed between pursed and ruby red mouth,

ruby like the color that will soon come…

As a goddess lies in a verdant field,

golden flaxen hair cascading upon her pale white shoulders,

dulcimer placed upon her waiting lap,

a sky god of dulcimer and drum descends from the sky with golden sun tinted skin,

a sky come upon her to set her fingers to play,

to ply…

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Lullaby For Romeo

by Sara L Russell

21/2/12    16:09pm



How lovely is my dearest one in sleep,

A fair whisper of who he was before;

Silence has fallen in the castle keep,

Spring birds are singing; and he speaks no more.



How pale, my Romeo, by evening light,

How cold, these sullen lips I'm burning for;

The sunset burns with amber, warm and bright,

Blooms shine like lanterns; and he sees no more.



I kiss the…

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           you are the one

     who got away

   hidden in a postcard’s aged scent,

           a moment of life

    slipped through the orchestral ozone,

           into a choreographed cabaret

    of dancing showgirls

             and tinted spotlights

      then the great circuit breaker

         snapped a disruptive blow to the show

    now you’re concealed

buried in sounds

  and…

Here's a poem that I wrote as a child.  I have been cleaning and I came across my old portfolio of poetry I had written.  It was my first attempt at Concrete Poetry.  You are more than welcome to share it, just be sure to credit it to me - Thank you!

It jumps up on cupboards…

Once,

there was this guy named,

Cupid

Who shot arrows with love

was stupid

When he pierced their…

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