ELLE M'EMBRASSA

Elle M'embrassa....


She kissed me
And the softness of her
Lips
Whisked
My cares away.
Suspended in silence,
I heard my heart say
"Elle m'embrassa."



The sensation closed my eyes
Animated my feet
Delivered me inside
A melody
Of an island song
She sang so sweetly.
"Elle a chanté pour moi seul."


Promise of romance danced
on the wind
palpable like the undisputed scent
of fall
on September's breath.
Her touch
caressed
my hollowness,
undressed
my hesitation to love again.
Behold,
She was CPR to my Soul.
"Alors je l'ai embrassée en arrière."


Her heat steeped my skin,
rendered me weak.
Sheen glossed,
I bowed to passion
while
Strands of our locs
entwined against
the others'
cheek, desire painted in
scarlet petals round about our feet. Please.
Repeat repeat repeat
Her kiss
sent a jetsam of memories
coursing wherever old love flows.
"Son baiser me perce l'âme."


TheGoldenGoddess
August 29, 2010

SOUL MATE: A Poem

SOUL MATE



You say with certainty
I'm your Soul's
Mate
That every time I come around
The ground
Shakes
Your heart quakes
Contracts and aches
To communicate
I'm THE ONE.


Wouldn't I know
If that were so?


Why would you recognize me
While I experience
Zilch connection
Battery uncharged
A puzzle piece dislodged?


And how do you propose to remedy
Your perplexity?


You've reigned in my curiosity
As I've never once been here
Before.


It's a mystery, Sweetie.
And I'm not a bore
But are you saying if
I open this door
Meet you half way
Your kiss
Will light the passage
No need to
REGISTER or
SIGN-IN
To a cache of lifetimes
When we were lovers and best friends
How in our last incarnation
I had to make you
Love me
And now you must
Make me
Love you
Again?


Friend~~
Where does this end?


No, I'm not afraid.
I simply have no recollection
Of agreeing to this ruse
With your imagination
On the loose.


If I could only muster
A spark in this lackluster
Heart of mine,
I could start to wrap my brain
Around
Strangers falling in love through
Time.


Have you lost your mind?


Sweetheart, don't play with me.
I'm not THE ONE.
No, I don't run
So, hell, come on! This might even be fun.


Moistened lips
Pucker
Soft press
Senses lisp
Something trembles
An abrupt pause
Tasting nectar
Sweet
Charming
Tangy
Like the first day of
Summer.


How could this be?
For a second,
I wonder,
Ponder.


You're
Caressing the small of my back
Savoring my mouth
With mini smooches then delicate gulps
Thick honey
Oozing my chin
Til my knees go slack and I
Lack
Clarity.


I waiver, too unhinged to dismiss
Yet you persistently kiss
Tongue rekindling
Bliss
Lubricating my joints and cell memory.
You
Wading into me
The waters of my Soul churning
Yearning
I-I-I know somewhere in this burning


I AM your QUEEN
And you are
THE ONE.





TheGoldenGoddess
August 21, 2010

A Poem: "Space for Lease"

"Space for Lease"



Hung a sign on the lush lawn
Of my smile
Yesterday
Its sole intent to invite
You in---
In the event you bustled
By the sparkles in my windows' eyes
Mistaking them for
Evening streetlamps
As Day disrobed for Night
Outside my doors.



I'm no longer under
Renovation
Disguised
As a high rise
Lofty and cold
Talk about old...



An Open House,
Every part of me
Aired,
Awoke and aware
With no inclination
To close off conceal or spare
These rooms
Day's surprises.



Ven aca, por favor.
You're not only welcome,
Mi Amor,
You were requested
Sent
From the Cosmos
To relish the double occupancy of our Souls.



I've scrutinized you
Sidestepped you
Since my foundation was
Poured
Just recently opened to
Your desire to slip, slide and skate
All of my square feet and slick hardwood,
Lure
Me to the balcony floor
Where summer's breezes and I tease
You
Just to listen to your breath hitch and wheeze
Both of us pleased
To be.



No fine print
Designed to make you vent
the Terms of Conditions that went
Unseen
Simply meant to demean
Once our contract is spent
Nothing lasts forever
Least of all rent
So
To be exact
This space is yours,
A lease with the option to own
A space you can call home
That is
If you accept Love's loan.



TheGoldenGoddess
El 18 de agosto, 2010

Kissing Kathy

In the midst of a bustling kitchen, with stories and laughter floating on the picnic-scented kitchen air, she gazed into her eyes while her soft lips drifted down to meet the back of a protective hand clutched tightly in her own. Even as I watched as inconspicuously as I could, I knew, at that moment, the indoors' picnic dissipated and Kissing Kathy may as well have been painted and framed for a private showing.

O the beauty of lovers in love...

TheGoldenGoddess
August 16, 2010