Light Verse
I have been away from this blog for a few weeks with an incapacitating illness. I am working on a few new blog entries. Until then, here is a little light love poetry.
Paris, Reprise
I met you again,
for the first time today.
Crazy, I know.
I didn’t recognize you at first,
it has been too long.
Generations since I last saw you.
It was not you face
or your eyes or your smile I recognized.
It was your inner light.
Your energy, your essence
your core
struck a cord with me.
That first night
when you held me in your arms
memory flooded back.
Paris, 1816
You were a poet
Living in a small cold flat.
Wrought iron bed frame and thin mattress.
You drank black coffee every day
at the same shop.
I was a traveler from India
and met you sitting
in that coffee shop in Paris.
You were thinner then
and more frail
but your light was still the same
You wrote fantastic words
about love and joy and life
and I fell in love.
We spent the rest of our lives together
in that small cold flat
with the wrought iron bed and thin mattress.
Since then I have lived five times
different countries and different continents
Lived, but never with the same joy.
That first night you held me
I knew you had traveled time and oceans
to find me.
I lay there in your arms
and thanked you for never giving
up your search.
Welcome home.
Cape
I wish I could
wrap my love around you
as a shield
from all the pain and hurt
the world provides.
I would drape it
over your shoulders
and pull up the hood
each morning
as I kiss you good-bye.
Each night
I would remove it
wash off all
that was thrown at you
and mend the tears.
The patches
would be tokens
of my love and joy
and I would never run out
as you provide me
with a never ending supply.
I wish I could
Wrap my love around you
as a cape
for you are my hero.
Bratty Sub
Roses are red,
so is my ass –
but that is what happens
when you give a Dom sass.