Remembering Us
I think of you as mine and not because I want to possess you.
My heart still clings to every word you speak, to every smile
in your naked eyes.
I think of you when the wind takes a rest in the valley
when turtles crawl into their shells, when I take a breath.
Your presence rests in my heart. It does not speak but says
you never need to blush; you are perfect forever, in my eyes.
Gentle thoughts find their expression from your deepest wells
… a reservoir of unlimited emotion.
You opened new worlds of loving for me. Our passion
took us to places we had never been. I wonder if
we can ever go there again.
Photo by Colleen Killorn
Nothing to Hide
You opened the door to your heart
and I opened mine.
We walk hand in hand to our destiny
no longer afraid.
Your love is my food, your arms my shelter
I mend your soul when it is frayed.
There are times I walk in your shoes
and you take mine.
When our eyes hold the other into the light;
all worlds spin to our time.
With our hearts on the outside, there is
nothing to hide.
Photo by Colleen KillornOur Loving Friendship
It is only you who hears my pain
who sees my souls nakedness
and does not turn away.
It is only you who stands in my rain
and waits for the darkest places
to show some light of day.
It is only your love that sings my song
dances in my dreams
makes me believe that I am Queen.
Your faith holds me safely in its arms
guides me as I take flight
to places I have never been.
Do you know that I stand for you?
Photo by Colleen Killorn
Our Love
was born before our time,
in a place where all things are created by Spirit.
There was never a question
that could not be answered with yes.
I give my love to you as fiercely as a winter storm
as gently as your eyelids fall on my cheek.
I rest my head on your heart -
allow our love to blossom, with all doors wide open.
You found my treasure, my Self
with eyes that practiced celebration.
There is no doubt where I am meant to be-
home in the space of Our Love.
Photo by Colleen KillornWrite A Song
I am yours. You move to my heartbeat,
weave our words from bated breath into
the songs and poems of our history.
Create a stage of mystery.
Your scent is my potion. You …
my passion. Let me write a song with
red-ribbon words. Pain stuffed with bliss.
Eyes blurred in the pounding rain, your hand
reaches for mine.
Tomorrow is all there is. We walk together to
harvest the juicy, drooling chemistry. It is our
time to dance. You take my hand.
Colors swoon, create a rainbow melody, a
cloudless sky. Will you pull the arrow back or
let it fly? It’s time to say good-bye to guesses.
I have already said yes.
Bring me recognition, a rare white smile in your eyes …
this is the day of bulging red hearts and fire.
Photo by Colleen Killorn