Yes, You

Circle back
Drawing nearer
Ever closer
So it seems

I’d sell my soul
If I could only
Make this more
Than just my dreams

~ kei
10 September 2016

As the weeks go by I’m finding that even the most casual viewing stirs that old something in my deepest core. Some fires can only be banked; never fully extinguished.

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Haiku Triplette VI ~ Old Letters

Treasured old letters
Love, hope and dreams in cursive
Preserved forever

~ kei
24 April 2016

This inked evidence
I was loved will be again
Proof’s between the lines

Heart do not despair
Your beat lives on in parchment
Tender tinder sparked

~ kei
1 June 2016

© Karin Bole 2016

© Karin Bole 2016

Craving My Kind

At what point does craving become crazed
The crossroads of desire denied and utter despair

Tactile memories conspire to keep me on edge
A raging fire that consumes – has consumed all fuel in its wake

I am left with the taste of you on my lips
The feel of my hands on the ghost of your sweat slicked back

Controlled, maddened by this aching, insatiable impulse
My hunger grows and my desire hunts you tirelessly over the miles

~ kei
7 March 2016

Shivers thinking of you

The Gardener ~ A Repost

She smiled and sang to him in a teasing lilt, “And if my lips were honeysuckle, would you be my honeybee?”

He was a thoughtful man, inclined to take his time
Studying carefully, planning meticulously
What seeds to sow, what would reward his care

He spent time working the soil, tending his plants
On hands and knees, letting his thoughts drift
Sometimes in the sunshine, sometimes in the rain

He surveyed his handiwork, admiring the colour
Rejoicing in his labours, tending to the weeds
Always he worked with love, always he was rewarded

He had a way with the thorny rose, and the exotic orchid
Blowsy peonies and showy lilies, all responded to his care
A perfect place to grow, a perfect place of repose

He hadn’t noticed the wild primrose, among the cultivated
A gentle presence, growing quietly in his leftover attention
Blooming only in the night, blooming with the hope he’d notice

He would sit in the evenings on his swing, thoughts adrift
Watching the dusk come down, dreaming of a hand in his
Catching a wisp of fragrance, catching a glimmer of her

He sometimes fell asleep there, laying his weary head down
Closer to wee primrose, nestled at the edge of his garden
Glowing in the night for him, glowing to tell him he was loved

~kei, 16 June 2012 ~ Original Post here

One must look in order to see ~ kei

One must look in order to see
~ kei

Somewhere… Time And Again

Matheson moulded the concept into a possibility

Palatable parapsychology

Emotion in emulsion

Arousing more feeling in me than does reality

These old photographs become open doors

Ardent awakened ardour

Seeking a conduit

From this lonely now to our time before

~ kei
28 January 2016

Not Over You

I was sure my inspiration was gone dry as an Arctic desert but… some people are like that one drop of water or that one tiny spark that you need to take one more step, reach for that sip, bleed just a little more ink.

~~~~~

This unwanted wanting

The nameless need that I proclaim

This is what comes from our talking

The rain is falling

Keep falling rain

Take me back there again

This afternoon should be tangled sheets

Sweat slick bodies and years of famine finally sated

But it’s a tricksy email, fancy footwork

Ties that bind and can’t get off work

This nameless need that knows my name

Knows my heart and screws my brain

This wanting and endless taunting

Never stop sweet Blue Eyes

It’s good to be wanted

Better to be needed

I love all these thwarted tries

And the ache between my thighs

And I’ll never audibly proclaim

This ever the same, naming you my need

For the wanted, leaves me haunted

Sweet, hot spill of your seed…

~ kei
27 November 2015

Is this afternoon delight? Maybe… probably just absolute shite… but you can always find me here and yourself too, on the days you feel you’ve lost those hard, sharp pieces of your fiery youth. They live forever inside my words… and so do we.
Not keeping this on Unconfined. I kinda like it and I kinda want the world to know that some things never change, even if they can’t ever be.
Oh! And yes. Yes, I do write for you. Still.