Wednesday, June 16, 2010



The warrior sky deepened
As it cut stars
Into my diary
Swinging down
Upon us ornaments of
Gaiety and warmth
You held me
Securely and I
Attired myself
As a ballerina
To reach your mouth
And steal your words
Their honey quenching
This loophole between
Magnetic conversation and
Impatient desire
Oh we could rest
Any place as desolate
And gray as one
Alley – bent
And I would still
Feel the ceaseless
Path of our gardened
Wedding bed
For no land
Can steal your

photography copyrighted by me: Dahlia Sentimental
poem copyrighted by me in collection: blue birds drag the stars

Sunday, June 13, 2010

my heart won't believe.

My Heart Won’t Believe
I’m penniless
Without you
I’ve not a place to go
No friends to dine amidst
No thing to list
If you won’t come here
To pull me to you in your lament
So I could kiss over you
With a pardon as soft as
The stream of your sorrow

I don’t want another
To beg my hand
I’d rather be less conscious
On some barren land
Perhaps wishing on you
But at least finding rest
Uttering moments
Solitude won’t contest
No one should come my way
No one, not now
For what sort of words
Flee a desperate mouth
I only want to hear us
Even if it is your heart
Shifting towards mine
As slow as time changes the season

I ache for you
Like the sun
With only cold things
To lie upon
I feel your vacancy
And yet I strongly admire
Pressing into emptiness
I moan - a mere liar
Oh love, I can not go very far
But under a draping willow tree
She rustles, brushing secrets
- There, you will find me.

poem copyrighted within A Poetess Confessed collection
photograph copyrighted by Dahlia Sentimental Photography