Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Charles Bukowski ~ Raw With Love

I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

Monday, August 29, 2011

Empty spaces....

I am sewing this page back together and looking forward to giving more love to my creative womb space...I'm not empty, rather I am full...full and as always, open to your interpretations. Things may not be as they seem and shafts of light always bend here as I continue to chase the shadows away and feed my own mind.....So good to be back! Thanks for having me...

This House That We Call Love

So often you brush against my mouth...and I hush..but, tonight I am wide OPEN and I fall upon your whispering vines like stars to burn. We, looking up at the stars that we know quite well...looking up at those stars straight from hell, shake, shiver and moan.  And, I missed you terribly today. And I looked into the emptiness with its' lace and its' candor and thought fuck what other people think.. candor? Yeah, candor. So we howl and beat wings, battering inside... and we know we both let the more loving one be cast aside,  let the more loving one really reside in this house that we call love... this house that we call love.  

Words © Wendy Rose Watson