Moving Within Your Arms - Sept. 02, 2011

Photography Juggalunk

Moving Within Your Arms

I searched for release

looking at arms saying move

within the magic of me.

Morning brought flames of reason

down to earth

to walk a long road of trust

filling empty spaces

I could see.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

and my lips knew the pleasure

it bestowed.

Holding in the sound

was much more than I could bear

and nothing would keep me

waiting

to feel its flow.

I found a companion

who lit a fire under heartbreak

until it drifted

into a twilight unknown.

Awakening the child inside me

to breathe in a new brightness

of peace,

heartbreak was gone.

You are where I found release, never hesitating

to give enough to fill the empty spaces

with trust.

Certainly, as love has a rhythm

my lips are bound

to the flow,

move within your arms,

I must.

Copyright *Neva Flores @08/25/2011

When I Am Away From You - July 27, 2011

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When I Am Away From You

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.

This is when my heart races

and I talk too much with my eyes.

Who sees the places that wake up the world

when I walk beside you?

Even ancient stars stare subtlety in silence

at the easy way my thoughts exude

sweet memories of you.

Where are the little rooms where flowers blossom

when I look into the looking glass

that whispers love travels

between you and me?

Why is it when I look into the back of my mind

I find I am drinking in the essence of you

until I am filled with a happiness

full of color that takes

my breath away.

A normal day, I think not, when I am away from you.

Shade may cover the sun

but the memory of your eyes

sings the light back to me.

My beloved, the mere mention of your name

on my lips

takes away any restless shadows

that try and pass into my heart

you see.

You are inside of me as love splashed on the canvas of my day.

It makes no difference if my hand touches your own.

A normal day, I think not,

when I am away from you,

but I know,

I am never alone.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/26/2011

As If - You Wrote the Book of Me

 

As If - You Wrote the Book of Me

Who else could possibly understand me the way you do? You read me as if you wrote the book of who I am. Despite the fact, sometimes I travel where darkness presses against the sun, laying down nothing when morning warms the sweetness of life.

On those days, when time casually says I am crazy and wraps around in streams that haunt me with a quaint imprisonment, your smile moves through me in a delightful pleasure, caressing my face with your ways.

Sometimes I sit with my heart resting on the winds of pain and sorrow, lighting up fear and anger in never ending skies. You wait, because you know just what to do, standing silent, by my side.

Who else could possibly understand me the way you do? When it rains, you never try to change the air I breathe. When my sun is eclipsed by clouds of time and space, you never deny me the chance to stand with my eyes closed, until I am brave enough to open them and see.

You read me as if you wrote the book of who I am. As time passes, I see that what is unsaid, stares back with a message that arrives on golden wings. No one else understands me the way you do. Your fingers turn the pages of my soul, as if you wrote the book of me.

Copyright *Neva Flores @07/10/2011

*Dedicated to Joseph and Amy Brummel