A Different Kind of Love

There are times when I can see myself through

your eyes. My pale face so in love,

aching for the caress of a flaxen

haired boy racing through rolling fields.

Suddenly serious your adventurous eyes

sent yearning shivers through me.

I longed for your touch anytime and

kissed you opened mouth without

permission.

I adored your mock anger when you

chased after me and the awkward way

you looked down at your hands.

Soon Autumn threw its shadow on

sprouting wheat, smooth and wet.

Now, I listen to the soft whisper

of his breathing through a half

closed door and know there are

different kinds of love,

wild, ruthless, and unafraid.

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art by Rob Hefferan

she doesn’t speak french

On sleepless nights

I stroll the left bank in black sequined heels

Eye lids heavy with smoky glitter.

Among the art I have found you
your essence travels through

my veins to settle in the pool of my heart.

 soft lights flicker their last warning in our dark cafe where

like willows we sway to long forgotten love songs

then you are gone a Modigliani reclining never hearing

Je t’aime, the only French I know.

 

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Mark Spain Art

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

unruly lover

For you I will be
the sun who shines
without expectation,
a breeze that shapes soft
passages when you travel
uncertainty.
Let me be your madness
that sets  desire in motion,
the moon pulling tides
drawing you closer. 
When my words fail
my body will speak to you
Of air and flight, strings of stars
let me be the light you
return to.

 

 

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