The Forest Bestoweth

Photograph by Diana Bircakovic  /  Edited by Me

Image maker,

I know not of your intrusion 

But of your light from within

Yes, you belong

My boughs embrace your essence

Oh to be yours, to be as one

To be loved and never lonely

I beg you to touch, 

to know, and to feel 

this earth between your feet

Touch me as I've touched you

Through your eyes, your lens 

Your photograph, 

an everlasting memory,

begets my future, my soul

And I am grateful 

The Pull

Before you go

Let me look at your face

Let me see your sweet smile

Let me wipe the tear from my cheek

Before you go

Let me take your hand

Let me pull your body close

Let me rest my head on your chest

Before you go

Let me wrap myself around you

Let me kiss you softly

Let us make love once more

Before you go

Eternal Love

Self-portrait

The body, the shell

A hand in a glove

I beg you, do tell 

Which one you do love? 

The body, the soul

I condemn this fight

Soon time takes a toll

My heart remains bright

Accepting with grace

The deepest embrace

Feverishly real

My hand on your face

Lips touch softly

Passion runs deep 

Love reunited

You soulmate, I keep

Inclined to cross paths

Our lifetimes connected

Pleasures of past

The future projected

Caught in the now 

Embrace tantamount

Forever a vow

Our lovers account

Gone Again

Anticipation 

A floating sensation

You warmed my core

Like the strongest ray of sun

Patient, kind, thoughtful, caring

But in a flash my fellow bird

You were gone with the wind

There, I remained, in the dark

With your song echoing in my head