Beneath the Surface
Emotion slips from my face, puddling
about my feet, a pool of sorrow lies
waiting for me to step out and feel it
crawl back inside, reassuring love is
never gone—just hidden beneath surface
anger and sadness, wrapped tightly until
the seal is broken by one stroke across
the cheek, a gentle brush of lips, finger
tips lightly erasing lines and shadows.
These never completely vanish and yet
they dim in the soft blush of rekindled
belief, desire’s flame merely banked now.
Scooping up the pieces of sentiment,
passion waits for the moment to be right.
Siobhan
03/31/08
A Silhouette of the Past
I know his shadow self, embrace that soft,
sad heart—will allow it to pierce this ghost;
freeing me to imagine him, the voice
in the wind and sea—picture deep water,
black ocean surrounding eternity
smooth about me. Paint strokes of winter light
seep through white glass so it floods over us,
our time together, free after waking
like fools from yesterday’s innocent blush
only friends before; lovers now alive.
A silhouette of the past floats along
beside me, faded to disappearing.
Youth released, naked to only those eyes
that can see inside—me—bare to the world.
Siobhan
03/28/08
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Release Me to Breathe
I trail my finger tips along the edge
touch those places you kissed, melting away
the tension, replacing it with passion,
memory invades and focus is lost,
buried beneath this desire for you.
Heat rises within me, unabated.
A sweet prick of pleasure, remembering
how the warmth spread from your lips onto mine,
seeping inside, pooling in my belly
before you granted me release to breathe.
I center on this elusive image
you and I, tangled together-sated.
Life-Imposed
Blind eyes wander aimlessly to others
who cannot see what is seen from behind
the white glaze of life-imposed cataracts.
This waterfall of mists and rivulets
pours out over a heart-broken mended
broken heart. Each gazes through their own life,
finds a path to flow down, an existence-
put together pieces, experience
coupling with want-need, mixed up inside,
love-shuttered, shamed, twisted and forgotten.
Hallucinations allow us to see
one side of the world from within our own,
block out what is unwanted, welcoming
the easy spill of life against our skins.
Siobhan
03-08-2008
