He thought her lovely
Yet too stubborn to be tamed
His heart seemed shuttered
She feared he’d control
But desired him at all costs
Her heart was open
One passionate night
Lovers standing on the brink
Which way would they fall?
Okay, I started to look for photos of human couples to accompany this honestly awful bit of poetry, but adding the cats seemed to make it all better.
Meow, people!
One touch, lingering
One kiss, unforgettable
One night of passion
I forget to breathe
My whole world wraps around you
When you’re near, time stops
For one sweet moment
Our lips meet, our bodies join
And I am deemed healed
Peace, people!
The Pull of Time
by Leslie Noyes
Nothing matters now,
With the exception of love
And the pull of time.
A hushed, unrushed love,
Long minutes, long limbs entwined;
Sweet slippery hours.
Time always intrudes,
Pleasures turn to promises
Measured in drab days.
Whispered words of love
Skipping through the universe
Reverberating.
Fingers fumbling,
Tangled in accoutrement
Hooks on lingerie.
Overwhelming heat
Lingering touch, here, just here
Words insuffcient.
justifiably angry
broken heart
pieces scattered
irretrievably lost
dissolved dreams
visions mattered
unerringly paired
soul’s mate
conscience scolded
tearfully rejoined
love’s patience
now rewarded.
i loved you
before it was cool
before i knew
what love meant.
love it seems is more
than hearts and flowers;
more than sweet
expressions.
it’s hard work,
honestly, this love stuff.
not for the
weak of spirit.
there have been
days when i felt the dearth
of love; its
cold absence.
but mostly love’s
embraced us like the warmest
hug on the coldest
night. perfect.
Praying for Eyebrowz 