Where Love and Lust Meet

 

Where Love and Lust Meet

This heart is frayed at the seams

Ripped and stitched many times over

It’s a wonder it believes in dreams

Has faith and hope

It’s a wonder

 

These lips, soft and wanting

Parting for a lover’s kiss

Find the tribulations of love daunting

Yet open up to receive

The soft embrace

Throwing

Caution to the wind

With reckless abandon-

 

Folly pursued with no regard

To the pain creeping up within

A frayed heart and wanting lips

Dishevelled hair

Sex scented sheets

Repose and cigarettes smoked

Causes the mind to think

 

Of innocent eyes

That yet believe

With their frayed heart

Its centre pink

Is Folly the new bedfellow found?

Where love and lust meet

 

Sandra.M.Cooper

copyright 2003.


 

 

 

 

This heart is frayed at the seams

Ripped and stitched many times over

It’s a wonder it believes in dreams

Has faith and hope

It’s a wonder

 

These lips, soft and wanting

Parting for a lover’s kiss

Find the tribulations of love daunting

Yet open up to receive

The soft embrace

Throwing

Caution to the wind

With reckless abandon-

 

Folly pursued with no regard

To the pain creeping up within

A frayed heart and wanting lips

Dishevelled hair

Sex scented sheets

Repose and cigarettes smoked

Causes the mind to think

 

Of innocent eyes

That yet believe

With their frayed heart

Its centre pink

Is Folly the new bedfellow found?

Where love and lust meet

 

Sandra.M.Cooper

copyright 2003.


 

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9inety's picture

I like you poems very much.

I like you poems very much. Through the weathered and somewhat smokey views you portray, all works as worthy objects of study in themselves, be it poetry, literature, or all art... for in society as a whole, the overwhelming fact is the presence of the artist who convey an essence of life,  those of us who have lived, loved and laughed long enough to recount. It is when art emerges as one of the most significant agents of this presence, your presence, the presence of a journey, reported by an artist, a journey with all the ups and downs and twist and turns like so many metaphor, on this road of life that we all move along.

 

Keep writing.

Peace

Dylan


"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

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Thank you...

Dylan,

 

Thank you very much for your comment, it was inspiring to read- many friends and family members believe they know and understand whom I am, which I find hilarious, since I'm not sure of myself yet!  Life is journey, and we keep evolving, changing and emerging into new beings depending on the circumstances at our feet...

For instance, I have walked and could have walked many different paths- all experiences and maybe experiences have led me here-

I see- which is sometimes a blessing, other times a curse

I am what I write and sometimes not at all-

Thank you again. : )


Peace. Always.