The Moon observes, the stars are witness to a fiery clandestine loves’ existence. Two strangers observe each other; from opposite continents, but here where the world was birthed, love became an unexpected encounter. Night shields them from those who would condemn this passion, it is prohibited by a binding regulation. With excited hearts and pulse agitated the fear of being discovered has kept them segregated.
She looks at him in midst of the people congregated with fictitious uninterested observation, defiant, he glances at her with verve, challenging, knowing he risks everything for what is clandestine. Their skin color defines from whence they have come; the difference of languages is an obstacle to none. They only have the here and now because tomorrow is not promised to anyone, only the present, awaiting what promises to be unleashed.
A subtle and sensual conquest will be the completion, it will no longer be postponed, on this night of extreme heat, he is waiting, to steal even a minute piece of the heart that beckons. Tired of watching from afar, tonight he will taste her sweet lips in a first kiss, gambling, it’s all or nothing, hidden he waits until from work, towards her quarters, she makes her way. A routine he has observed for many nights he has mustard the courage to make his stand, hoping against hope that a preempted strike, will give him the advantage at getting a good hand. The black darkness of night surrounds her departure, mind distracted, she does not realize that he's awaiting the moment of her approach.
When she arrives to his hiding place, "good evening" he says, startled she stumbles, quick to stop her, within his arms hugging her to him, so she does not hurt herself, the struggle ends. The raw animal masculinity that is him assails in such a way that she feels faint such has been the desire and denial that for so long in secret she kept. This is the instant they both have dreamed, her eyes said everything though her voice was silent. Slowly he approaches her lips with trepidation, fearful, losing themselves in the exquisite kiss they both so longed for.
Their raging passion breaks its restraining dam, spilling over them, into them like a flashing thunderstorm, for so long watching, wishing yet unable to express, all the feelings secreted within their breast. His hands explored all of her charms, the body, his imagination had coveted. Her moans of passion he swallowed, silencing them lest they be discovered, along with their every exhaled breath.
His mind raged and argued; "At what point are you going to stop?!" But tonight his body wanted to take over and refused to be denied. Knowing that time wasn't his ally, possessed by the lust that was suffocating him, he led her by the hand to a place more secluded, wishing to make love to her under the starry Arabian sky.
She was not opposed, knowing what he intended, because she as much as he, wanted to end this sweet agony. Arriving to the place he had previously selected, he tenderly, with remarkable patience, removed her clothing, and anything that might hinder him in this endeavor. Taking her nakedness in, in all its splendid glory, he lost his breath, then he laid his uniform shirt on the floor,(described in poems of old) taking her in his muscular arms, together they finally capitulated.
They made love, for the first and last time, as would wild beasts because, you see, there would be no more opportunities. This moment of illicit love found in the desert, will live forever emblazoned in our memories...
Posted: 5th October 2012 3:13pm
A beautiful poem Gypsy, thank you for your post.
Posted: 9th October 2012 9:50am
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
Joined 15th Sep 2011 Forum Posts: 2775
- Cherry Blossom -
I do recall the year, it was early in the spring, The sun was on high, looking ever splendidly... When we went to the gardens, there to sing. The pond where the swans swam elegantly... Was clear as a mirror, reflecting the blue skies, Near the fields where at night blazed fireflies. The small path along it with the old wood rail, Wound near some rugged cliffs we knew well. And so, around the pond we found our way... To the gardens, where we spent that fair day.
The hills were tall, the flagstones at our feet... Were ancient and cracked, retaining the heat. My sandals did not notice, as I walked along... Whilst we went to gardens, singing our song. The cherry blossoms were in bloom, in season, And the tiny shrines stood so solemn nearby... The maidens tended them for faithful reason, For gods and ancestors they could never deny. Pretty as the cherry blossoms along the path, Past the pond that was the swans' cool bath.
We sat near the fountains, without any care, Looking at the cherry trees all around there... Watching the maidens in their sweet devotion, Letting the hours pass like drops in the ocean. Somewhere, a bell tower called out the time... But we were singing, and so lost in the rhyme! Only the Buddhist statues, did smile so wide... As our hearts once did, where blossoms reside. Still do those trees grow, and so every spring, Do their blossoms blow, and so much joy bring!
As night came down and the fireflies did dance, We walked in the woods where tall pines grew. There, where old spirits awaken and do prance, We said farewell to the day and to skies blue... For the stars did herald a night of no less glory, Than the day which I related early in this story. By now the shrine maidens were saying prayers, And the monks were walking along lonely stairs. They saw not the wonders of the world like we, As the night winds bring us each to our destiny.
I never even introduced myself, did I? Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name.
Posted: 11th October 2012 3:30am
Joined 15th Sep 2012 Forum Posts: 71
One hit is all it takes. To see into another realm. Is it beautiful? Is it terrifying? Terrifying. I am seeing blue everywhere. And tiny blue faries. But then my vision shutters to black. And when I come to, I have a decaying hand on my shoulder. I start to scream when I am shot forward by a blast of flames. Where am I? I am in a submarine. We are hit. Being torpedo'd. Shit! I am running now. Trying to get to my friends. Everything is black. I turn a corner and everything goes still. The lighting is dimmed here. I have found them, but it is not them. On their faces are little aliens. Sucking out their identities. Their souls. Where are there faces? All I see is a blank canvas. And then I look past them. Eyeless creatures. Demons of silent hill. Oh fuck! Is this real? Of course it is. How could it not be? It's so vivid. I start to run and I am being chased. I can hear it. But where is the creature that is tracking me down? I look behind me. Nothing. I slow down. Look again, and still nothing. Then as I turn back, it is in the hallway ahead of me waiting. For some reason I don't know, I approach it. It waits. Unmoving. Is it blind too? I reach out and touch it. Then, just like that, I am back with my friends at my house. But I feel a hovering presence the rest of the night. Lingering over my shoulder. Is this how it was suppossed to be? Is this how it would feel to lose your sanity? Not knowing truth from reality?
The shortest distance between two points is the line from me to you.
Posted: 11th October 2012 3:31am
Joined 15th Sep 2012 Forum Posts: 71
A warm day. Sunny. A few clouds. A subtle breeze. All barely noticable. Until two hits. I get in tune with my Mother Nature. To better understand the day. Two hits and everything is clear. Slowed down. Beautiful. It is all brought into perspective by two hits. A Blue Dream. Lovely. I feel nature stiring. I can hear the voices of the different creatures. Feel the life flowing around me. The sunlight feels like a warm carress against my skin. The wind feels playful, and tugs at my hair, loosening it. The clouds continue to move at a lazy pace. I feel like I can finaly breathe. Let go of my pain. Ease my mind. I feel like I can think. Concentrate better. Confidence is restored. Another hit. And life has meaning. No longer dreading my day. Looking at the glass half full. I take my time getting ready. Then I am off. At the beach. It feels so serene. Peaceful. The roar of the ocean a lullaby. Then, the strangest thing. A caterpillar crawling in the sand. He too must be enjoying the heat. He reminds me of life. How we morph into something beautiful in time. And it always takes time. Another hit. Does it take time? I will make my life now. Beautiful. Yes, that is what I will do today. I'm walking home, and see three friends. They are also in tune today. Together we will make this day glorious. Go on an adventure. It is a perfect day after all. Amplified by four hits.
The shortest distance between two points is the line from me to you.
Posted: 16th October 2012 8:48am
Joined 12th July 2012 Forum Posts: 82
From the weight of the world I slip through the sand on my way to wonderland.
The worries I had all fade to gray problems of mortals are not for today.
I fall through the sky wind in my hair I tumble through clouds without my despair.
I swim the cool waters see visions that flow feel all pain sinking with no under toe.
A promise was whispered with no one to hear vowing their silence and sharing my tears.
Grasping the truths they only can teach all trace of my life was far from my reach.
I can't remember your face or the love I forsake I'm realizing slowly this place isn't so great.
I know it's amazing with no pain to go through I can't help but miss not seeing you.
Posted: 16th October 2012 9:35am
Joined 24th Nov 2010 Forum Posts: 251
Are We There Yet?
My butt hurts The seats have metamorphosed into cacti Aligned with dust and earth Using the telescopes crocheted to my cask tie
I don't know some of the dimensions I journey into Walking on space where your urn is your shoe And finding out that paradise has a furnace that spews
Took my lady on Maid of the Mist To see the mighty Niagara at its best The American, Bridal Veil and Horseshoe Falls Dubbed as “HoneyMoon Capital of the World”
‘Twas her childhood dream since she was six “Wishes do come true,” as she was mesmerized By this grandeur only first seen In a movie a few decades earlier
Her misty-eyed looks--in awe and admiration Are now revealed through her soul How fulfilling it was to share This experience of a lifetime With whom you love and adore, And cherish it in the abyss of time
Just like those never ending Falls Our love will never end, For it was greater than any of those Its unfathomable depths incomparable Only you and I can conceive
Breathtaking and awesome-- Were all she could utter, As she got blinded by the mist Tried to capture her feelings In my lens soaking wet Mixed feeling of emotions Will now be preserved In her mind and virtual world Of this wonderful maiden voyage By my lady on Maid of the Mist
PIGMENTS of IMAGINATION set my goals...ENGINEERING achieves them. Blend them well and they become my POETRY!
Posted: 22nd October 2012 1:45am
Everyone, thank you for all of the great submissions so far.
Posted: 23rd October 2012 9:56pm
Edited: 31st October 2012 9:14pm - edited 4 times
“Geyser Baths and Star Trucking” http://www.canyoncountryzephyr.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/11/MilkyWay6.jpg Andean hot tub memories scorched unforgettable images on my brain, I felt mystical things there, heard ancient pan pipes on thermal breezes, the tears of the moon comforted me in my warm watery cocoon, natural volcanic body baths soothed my aching muscles and warmed my soul, my weary brown eyes gazed skyward, searched millions of vibrant twinkling stars, I could have kissed them, they seemed so close. Sulfur fumes did not inhibit my joy above the tree line, my mind raced, it contemplated and analyzed subjects from A to Z and back again. I traveled time and space, it felt so fine, as if I were the only one on the entire planet. It was heavenly indeed, no material needs way out there, just the elements and you, no one else, it was perfect. Serious relaxation set in and stayed for ten nights, lots of interesting things swirled around in my relaxed state- protozoa, world history, pheromones, black holes, Beethoven, Boa Constrictors, my past mistakes, California earthquakes, fast cars, the lottery, Mom and Dad, Sister Kate and Uncle Jake, politics, and the purpose of life itself. Such meditation made me realize how much of my life I took for granted. Here, the infinite was before me, a sacred panorama, blanketed by thin mist, I could see forever, think deeper. Dinosaurs and their plight interested me, so did the concept of interplanetary visitors, the ones who made the Nazca Lines and moved the Easter Island heads, they landed at Tiwanaku, too. I left no stone unturned, from the origins of the continents to botany and economics, even the Hale-Bopp comet was thought about. Predicting the future seemed a bit of a sticking point. With no one there to discuss such an important topic, I felt microscopic, a bit blue in the thin mountain air. I wanted so badly to have the company of another breathing fellow human being, my frustrations dissolved in the geyser waters that quashed the yearning temporarily. I transcended my mortal body, saw spirits of the dead Quechuan Kings, flew with Condors, unlocked mental doors that had long been closed. I wondered if loneliness was always like this, it was bliss being beyond the physical abyss. On the sixth night of such introspection, I spied one set of dim headlights creeping the chilly night along the black ribbon called Highway 4. It was a big rig making its way over the mountain pass to Chile, to the city of Arica, a door to the Pacific. I could hear him grind gears as he traversed the steep hill below the northwest ridge. He was a skilled driver, used his brakes to shift. I wondered if he had the radio blaring to stay awake, sipping a sugary Inca Kola listening to FM 93.7 Radio Chacaltaya, that station belts out some serious tango tunes, keeps them hopping back in La Paz. Was he single, a native, or an expat gringo working to make extra dough for his wife and young son back home in Amarillo. So many questions and not enough time, he was still moving his heavy load down the road. If I could just get his attention, we could talk about the future of all mankind. I screamed at the top of my lungs, but, to no avail, the trailer’s rear lights disappeared as slow as they came, he was 30 kilometers away anyways. I guess it was fruitless to attempt such a thing. It was then, at that precise moment, I realized the immensity of the universe, a vastness to which all humanity paled, I hoped he did not go over the metal guardrail on the downhill side of the road, felt sure he made it, as I heard no explosion. The silence settled in again. I often think back to those lonely nights over a decade ago, never felt so free, free as we’ll ever be, the trucker and me. I would love to go back with just my tent and pack and some Clif Bars, camp on the shoulder of Sajama, high on the altiplano, it’s such a magical place, where the frost licks the cactus, geyser waters pool between the jagged rocks, and truckers drive like clockwork on lonely highways beneath countless stars. This goes on endlessly.
Posted: 31st October 2012 7:51pm
Edited: 31st October 2012 7:54pm
Sand beneath my feet Breeze lures my senses I taste the sea on my lips As silent fingertips
Begin to move Playing an ancient drum I walk the ground Listening to the holy sound
Of freedom unbound Of pounding of feet The rythm has begun
I move to the myriad motion The bulges slowly sweep A melody so deep
My pounding heart Fills my every pore Waves roll over the shore
Wind catches my hair The music now everywhere I stand and watch myself
My spirit seeking The meaning of this Momentary eternal bliss
Woman of water Holds out her hands She understands
Crystal colored clouds Moon carved in gold Mystery unfolds
Secret beholds The sound of a word The blink of an eye
Tranquil tender tears Unlocked hopes and fears I am waiting for eternity
I know she Will come To me
Posted: 4th November 2012 4:23pm
Edited: 4th November 2012 4:38pm - edited 2 times
Guardian of Shadows
Joined 1st Apr 2011 Forum Posts: 14448
I'll try fix this up before the comp ends.
you're so damn hot, my eyes feel like they've been pepper sprayed