Another of those very rare dreams about you last night
Let me be clear, this isn’t me pining, not in the least
It does strike me as rather sad though
Two people who once had so much to say to each other
Can’t find it in their hearts to observe even the social courtesies
Using technology instead of words
Maintaining the most tenuous of connections
Where once the sound of each other’s voices
Was the only sound our hearts could hear
~ kei
13 August 2017
As if words might be too little for everything that this is and everything that you are. Easier to keep it all inside, cherished and nurtured. What it is though, this thing we are making, this phoenix rising, my head wants to give words to everything that’s in my heart and mending my soul. I sit with pen poised and lose myself in the thoughts. Thinking, thinking… kisses, such sweet kisses… like Aurora, I’m awakened, and the kiss is the first, of course it was the first, and also the now and my thoughts are spinning away. Pen forgotten, swept up in memories; I marvel at this, at how Life can in a heartbeat, give you back every cherished thing you thought wasn’t to be, couldn’t be… Puppy love, broken hearts, soul mates, lessons that needed learning, lessons yet to be learned. My self cracks open and the words all spill out, written on to your skin these cursive kisses and copperplate caresses… whispered in your ears and finally exhausted because there will never be enough to make up for those unspoken in that space in between.
Those words left over are limitless “I love you’s” and the rhyme is always your name and if I never wrote anything again except for these… I would be content with this body of work.
~ kei
26 January 2017
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.
In a vulnerable moment
I would give most anything
To know that I am something
More than just nothing
In your heart
If not your life
~ kei
7 February 2016
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
I don’t envy the air that you breathe
Even though it fills spaces in your body
I don’t envy your body wash
Even though it sluices over your skin
And I don’t envy your toothbrush
Even though it lingers between your lips
I certainly don’t envy your office chair
Even though it cradles your perfect arse
If I had to envy anything at all… you’d be surprised
You’d think I’m gross or crazy but in fact, I’m wise
There’s nothing to envy in the everyday of your routine
People, places, things that you don’t pause to consider
I envy the junk mail in your slot each day
That you must look at to assess its worth
I envy the wind that ruffles your hair
Sending that one rebel curl into your eyes
I envy the mirror where you shave each day
Carefully considering each stroke you make
Mostly, I envy your glass of Crown Royale
The one that you savour slowly every evening
In the very way that once upon a time
You savoured every facet of me
~ kei
9 October 2015
** I didn’t make it around to any blog visits yesterday – Thanksgiving prep and a furniture moving / set up kept me away until late. I hope to catch up with the OctPoets today :)**
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You relight the fuse and walk away
It’s your heart, not mine that you betray
This barrier, I must break through
Again, my thoughts return to you
I’m all aflame with your memory
You’re the only cure, my remedy
These words of mine, I know I’ll rue
Again, my thoughts return to you
Unbend your mind, no need to fear
True love and soul mates trump the years
What more am I supposed to do?
Again, my thoughts return to you
~ kei
8 October 2015
Day eight in the Kyrielle form
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