You could call me a romantic. Love has always been the inspiration for my poetry- but with age and contentment I learnt that if it hurt- it wasn't love. It was something else- need.
Looking back at the poetry I wrote when I was younger I realise that all those moments of love and lust are still there, waiting for me, if I only close my eyes and wait.
Picture Credit: European Space Agency. CC 4.0
Revelation
I had been travelling
Still lost and alone
Till suddenly they were upon me.
The words all tumbling
Senses fond remembering
Fragments bound in time.
I moved through them
Swimming in richness
The love we shared.
Each and every reel and rhyme
A fugue and figure of the Goddess.
I hear you
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