To Err is human

In life, love is one of the mistakes that we keep on repeating but it is a mistake that keeps on teaching us the hidden mysteries of human relationships, and how to learn to appreciate the little things even more.

Separation

How do you ask for his heart
When she already holds it?
How can you steal his gaze
When his eyes are locked onto Hers?

His eyes, his scent, his nearness
Awakens her feral desire

Shedding inhibition
Like a dark heavy cloak
She stands stripped of her ego
a surrender of her mind
Submissive upon her knees
And embraces his legs
In front of him, at his feet
She sacrifices her herself

His eyes are occupied with his mate
His senses are owned by Her,
hearts and souls
Locked in a indissoluble bond,
He does not feel her body,
Does not hear her heart pounding
Does not sense her pain

His soul is already bound
In the divine embrace
With his lover.

She wraps herself back in her cloak.


Impromptu October 25, 2010

Rocks

She used to walk amongst them,
An observer cloaked in her fears
silently,amongst these men
Time trapped, complex-ed, tears
trickled down a wheel broken
she stopped, to rest,
Harboring a love forsaken
stifling a saddened plea of protest
Wishing, watching, wondering...

Why did they blindly scamper
Truly was the purpose
trying to fill one's coffer,
Solely driven by greed, by lust?

She started Walking again,
that broken wheel in time
crunching and creaking
This woman, awed, scared, proud,
clutching a little bundle.

They are confusing, she thought
her dark eyes glistening
looking into their hearts, she fought,
against eyes brimming with tears...
Was it because they could see
that they suffered the blindness?

To rest and deliberate,
She stopped for an instant
consider and integrate
Her wandering mind, so distant.
Immersed in helpless pain,
threaded with joy, she looked on,
Unrehearsed they played in vain
for an elusive prize, they mourned.


Sighing calmly and wearily
looking at her bundle
with a gaze that was melancholy,
to reflect her saddened soul, humbled.
She had wrapped it with compassion
and clutched it close to her heart
hidden with care, in this mayhem
as if it were a precious gem...

It was her gem,
the world only saw
that she obsessively
clutched
a little unassuming rock.

This rock she believed had powers,
a magical ability to lure them,
trap and enthrall,
it would seek amongst men
only the true.
The deceitful would fall
enticed by their greed
As it was written in her fate
They would fade away
The loneliness was a painful state.

Succumbing to curiosity,
they stopped to wonder
what was it that she kept hidden
Greed, power, lust, blooming
where truth was forbidden
drove them to insist,
proud of her gem
she did not desist,
then unclothed that rock
made them grimace.

How insane!

Why do you care so much for this
...insignificant rock
You've tricked me!
Stupid girl throw away this stone.
Search for a gem
join our game
In this chaos,
she considered this eternal drama.

Cuddling her bundle debating,
questioning her strength and desire
could she protect her precious bundle,
while chasing phantoms
in the mayhem around her.

So this game continued
in what seemed an infinite cycle,
that broken wheel persisted

Until

In the cold and in the night
a lone traveler stopped to rest,
he was also clutching a bundle tightly.
He greeted her
they exchanged a glance.
The curiosity in her eyes
A trick the of chance
prompted him to smile
and he unclothed that bundle,
wrapped in rags
because that was all he had,
but wrapped so carefully
to protect his precious cargo.

Her curiosity heightened
as he removed the layers
Her heartbeat quickened, when
Unwrapped, she saw that rock,
not all all identical to hers,
unassuming
but still he knew
the power it held...

She unclothed hers.
In the night,
hours faded,
and time reversed into its loop,
the wheel was mended
they looked at each other
until
with the morning light seeping into the horizon,
little smiles tugged at tired eyes and lips
The rocks were combined
and wrapped carefully even more delicately now.

A shared bundle,
sharing the magic,
the desire,
the embrace
they continued the journey.

10/20/10

The Teacher

Where did you put her mind,
when you stole it?
What did you do with the pieces
of her heart,
when you broke it?

Why did you call her
to sit at your feet,
playing this game you started
why didn't you finish it?

Why will she pine for your caress
like a traveler starving, thirsty
waiting, drowning, restless?

Why does she love the ache
that your apathy creates?

What potion did you force her to drink
The ebb of reason abates..
It is impossible for her to think
Without your smile, condoning
her amorous state
this star crossed affairs
dictates her fate.

Thoughts are corrupted by desire
and the wanton child,
sitting, burning on Loves Pyre
kisses your feet...

But a teacher, he sees her,
she is just a child,
himself merely grown over her
She adores him ,
yet he is out of her reach,

His student,
her heart an instrument,
he instructs her in the art of this ancient game
With her soul, the chords of this instrument
He plays a primordial melody
Inscribed by the hands of time
embedded ,
with the breath in both their lives,

He plays the melody of
The affection of that teacher for his ward
the lust of the student,
for his embrace,
She washes his feet with her tears.

10/27/10