Falling
By Northwoods23

Fire from within
Fire from without
rainstorm, sunset
mad, aching love
you come to me
through a cloud of dreams
miles disolve with soft words
lost in the tranquil
sea of your eyes
a touch as smooth
as rose petals
follow me to eternity
and light
reside in my heart
tumbling, staggering, falling
in love with you
a shade of red in your caress
hints of blue in your voice
no other can exist
in my love for you
take away my fear
you have rescued me from
exile and pain
I live for you and
the first moment of
your smile
patience has given me the
gift of your warmth

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Imprisonment
By Claire Brown Bower

The soft, moist, mingling whispers
silently falling from our lips,
hands grasping through the smooth worn bars,
our clutching fingertips.

The need for us to reunite,
our psyches to enfold,
to end this torture of our minds,
to free our shackled souls.

What wicked fate has placed us here,
this barrier in between
true lovers' selves that seek to fuse,
to merge, to bind, to dream?

What evil, loathsome, sullen force
has cast us, on each side of
these chilling bars of steel remorse
in these cells where passions hide?

Claire

Broken Dove
By Whittler


Long discarded fragments of a hearts distrust,
Lay scattered amongst the rubbish of burnt-out lust.
Whithered and dried became my perception of love.
... Innocence lay defeated, like a broken dove.
I knew no other recourse, but to retreat inside
the hollow shell that had become the surface me.
I accepted loneliness as my betrothed, bride...
I prefered the darkness, no longer wishing to see.


How you entered I hadn't a clue...
How did you manage to find my heart?
Yet, from out of the darkness came you...
A sudden light that gave me a new start.


Your love dissarmed every trap that I had laid...
You lock-picked the dead bolts on my doors...
With a caress of your hands, depression swayed.
As love was kindled in my heart once more...


The fragments of my heart pulled together and healed.
Your touch mended the unfortunate wings of this broken dove.
Your heart swept into to my soul so carefuly concealed.
And the rubbish pile of lust, became a treasure trove of love...


(Dedicated to my loving wife Julie)


~ FIN ~


7/20/2000


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