This is a thread I have been thinking about for quite some time...It is for all the amazingly talented Mingle Poets to share, participate in, enjoy, vent!...It is a place to write about love!... Requited and unrequited...Real or fantasy...Won and lost...Love for family, for friends, for husbands and wives, for lovers-sinners-saints ....I hope all of you will join me to celebrate the agony and the ecstasy of love!...

I'll start with this one, written for someone who stole my heart and REFUSES to give it back... :-)

Boreal...

Searching for you,
I hear the wind
drifting through the trees
harmonizing with solidarity.
Bare limbs outstretched,
beckon.
A whispered rush
calls my name,
echos yours,
links the two...

You are my tundra,
frozen in masculinity.
Your warmth penetrates
the coldest night
to drown my loneliness,
opens me in predawn
to sunlit budding.
Gilded layers of
amber hues
swirling,
complicated,
promising...

You are north,
my aurora borealis,
a towering beacon signaling me.
Your light,
strong and protective,
invites.
Timidity liquifies,
evaporating in the heat of longing,
when you turn south...toward me...
and we are one...

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beautiful :)

Thank you (((((Vian)))))...

Wow..."I am woman here me roar" RRROArrrr
It was just said..it's beautiful You have a way with words in a way many don't including I.

I..
"come from the land of the ice and snow
With the midnight sun and the hot springs blow"
Top Marks in your accurate description of the boreal You are as accurate to the truth as the depth of cold is cold.
To the bone!

Speaking of which you little devil you..
Sooo. ..is he bad ? Is he handsome? Is he smart? Is he packing? Does he make you Cuckoo
For Cocoa puffs...One word responses will do fine and nobody will bother you again.
Or just refer them to your answers here.

OK I will work on something to add.. out of my comfort zone it is. think I'm travelling to work though, today?

You Pony are an amazing writer, not to mention a superior muse ...I wish I had 20% of your talent!...The "clean" 20 %...Lmao!...

He is all those things and more and cuckoo is an understatement...

Thank you for stopping by, don't be a stranger...I have candy!

You won't need your Chainsaw today Pony? Not with the whopper of a chopper that you'll have after reading Leighs poem? Yer some man!

ok so i might as well contribute...if only once.



One Stop Passed Nothing


The first beams of light are pushing their way through the darkness,
corrupting the night sky.
Your breathing has long ago turned soft and rhythmic.

My mind, occupied with carnal thoughts,
as my love scented fingers draw little circles
on the small of your back.

Your hair, tumbleweed twisted,
lays stretched out in all directions.
Most of it across the pillow, a few renegade strands cover your face
in such a way, that a blind man could run his hands over it
and read the letters s--e--x.




I'm thinking of you standing there,
nervous as I took your hand and led you to the bed.
How you said you were fine
and how voiceless mouths, then dictated the conversation.
Silence hid, until there were no hiding places.
And I remember your breath deepening,
your wet soft kisses as they began to harden
and turn more rousing and more aggressive.

Vividly I recall how a sigh interrupted your breathing,
when my hand traveled from your knee,
up your thigh and came to rest on your rolling hip.
I remember my leg sliding over yours
and you quivered ever so slightly.
Releasing a soft alluring moan as you spread them
just enough for me to fill the void...



Outside the world is slowly waking.
You remain my drawing board.
My tireless fingers play connect-the-dots
with the freckles on your back.
Making sure to spell out your name
and silly little things new lovers find cute.

My mind has me recalling how our hands explored unfamiliar territories.
Groping and squeezing, rubbing and lightly touching, repeatedly,
as if fingers contain the power of memory
and palms were capable of recording 3d images.

When I finally slipped my hand under your shirt
and reached unprotected skin;
your eyes ordered me to continue.
Your heavier exhales' demanded I free your flesh.



And there you were, Venus in lace...

If life were a bus route, I would have leaped from my spot,
ripped the cord from the wall, rang the bell and declared
this, my final stop!

I'll never forget that next kiss,
how you cupped my face with possessing hands and kissed me so true,
I forgave the entire world for all its shortcomings.
This non-temporal deliverance abruptly gave way to primal lust.

The moment you guided me into you,
my name escaped your lips
on the tail end of an accepting moan
and floated past me like a Monarch
fluttering towards the sun.

I lost track of everything,
time, my surroundings, everything but you.
You, matching me move for move,
thrust for thrust, breath for beautiful breath.
Until we melted together in love's liquid exclamation point!
My hand wrapped in your hair, pulling the skin on your neck firm.
Your legs, bent at the knees and draped over my lower torso,
while your arms pull me tighter to you.

I remember our deep, deep gasps for air slowing in unison
and how that final kiss reminded of ocean air,
salty and tart.
And I remember the very moment you fell asleep.


So here I am, pressed against you;
my fingers still diagramming your back.
Wondering, when you awaken,
how will you remember our first night?




kc `15

Holy moly, KC! HOT HOT HOT!

"He said, She said"

"Close your eyes",
And she did.
"Trust me",
That she did.
"I won't hurt you",
That she knew.

"Kiss me",
And he did.
"Touch me",
That he did.
"I won't stop you",
That he knew.

They'll be a few female 'squeaky rears' in swivel chairs, in front of computers around the World today, after reading that poem?

(((((Tanyaann)))))

Kevin, I'm still catching my breath! ...What a lovely road you take us down

so it's not too much? hahaha


inhale.........slowly exhale. inhale.......slowly exhale.

better?

thank you, btw.


(now someone needs to write the "her" side of the story...any takers?)

hi (T)

glad you liked it!!

I already have a couple, as I'm sure do others...I will post more of mine as time goes on...I think this is going to be a beautiful thread Kev! ...xx

Yep! I need some ice water after that one!

Hey Pansy...Oh what a lucky man he was....

Leigh... You read me like a book, ever since that first time I came in here.

Saw this happen from work the other day. Nice how love can blind you to some imperfections, knowing that it can still be perfect in the more profound aspects it has...

"Heaven-sent"

When you came,
She already knew,
To give her heart to someone new.

When you came,
He already knew,
A part of him is also a part of you.

When you came,
It was meant to be,
Imperfect you seemed, but they didn't see.

When you came,
The waiting was done,
Thirty years and more in a moment, won.

When you came,
Time stood then,
An angel you are, fresh from Heaven.

I realize that this is the one time I was introduced to what love is...


"Beautiful Lives, in a Death That Comes to All"

Long ago you lived your life as a tortured soul,
And made a man of yourself,
Stood your ground,
Built your empire.

In lonely states you sought your fortune,
And fate had consented,
Gave you her all,
Then gave none.

Then the stars collided and the heavens decreed,
When you challenged their powers,
In your searching hours,
And showed you truth.

You walked this earth with your faith beside you,
And touched the lives of those around,
Keeping the balance,
In strange ways.

I did not know that you knew me that well,
The distance I had within myself,
You kept me,
From dying.

As God would have it you took me beside you,
And helped me face the monsters inside,
The ones outside as well,
And made me strong.

Who knew one day we would journey like this,
This river of no return we are on,
You call me friend,
You, my mentor.

Through all the mistakes I did you stood for me,
And made me understand it all,
Sharing my consequences,
Keeping me in line.

I never knew love until this process you showed me,
How different it was from what I thought,
You changed me for me,
None else ever did.

Mine is not the only life blessed to be tied with yours,
Those to claim otherwise are not so fortunate,
To them we are losers,
What do they know.

It doesn't matter how long or short you still may have,
Should heaven decide to take you again,
You live as one should,
With God, with love.

-- background music playing -- i will be here .... how did you know ... you made me live again