And so it is I am lost…Walking the divinity of your eyes
losing myself in their expression, in love and scars
of history past, among desire and flaming fires, in gentle
touches unknown to me. In patient whispers and a
protective stance,. and so it is that I am lost to a yearning,
deep and cumbersome, raw and inviting, primal and ancient
traversing the echos of time your eyes call to my soul…
and I am lost in their sea stepping ever closer, to be.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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I keep moving.
So you can’t see me,
so I cant see you.
I keep spinning avoiding those eyes,
That soul, that spirit, you.
I fear what you will see when you
Look into the dark recesses of my psyche,
You will not find beauty,
No one finds beauty.. they’ll be no acceptance,
No understanding….No.
So I spin slowly,
Avoid stepping too close,
One hand drags you in
And the other holds you back.
I hand to you the chipped pieces
Of my persona and keep the
Broken shards to myself.
With each kiss I grant you access
to my light, to the warmth of
my hope whilst I slam away
my darkness and hush my
hollow shadows.
I keep moving.
So you can’t see me,
so I cant see you.
Karen Hayward ©2017
Would you devour me with those eyes,
that soulful glance… or lips, tender, would
you kiss me and take that chance?
Would you pause to traverse my eyes
And search beyond what makes me shy,
and look instead at what makes me shine?
Would I feel beyond your touch, beyond life’s hands
mans soul on gentle skin would they tease
and passion bring and would they lead me
through paths of…blissful sin.
Or perhaps…
Would i devour those
Eyes, that soulful look…
Karen Hayward*©2017
And when i couldn’t
reach the ocean
To tell you of my pain,
The ocean came to me
Whispering your name.
On wisps of salty mist
Kept promises, not a wish,
Curling round my soul
Eternal’s loving kiss.
There within the mist
My eternal’s loving kiss.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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I have a vault within my mind with iron bolts and skeleton keys. I place it there; the fear, the words, the knowledge and ignorance, because ignorance is bliss. I tuck away the tumour coated in its beniegn promises and carefully wrap lesions in cotton wool…For there lays the problem., They do and they can…And what happens if they do. I take the accelerated growth and the doctors fear and tuck in in side pocket.Then i close the lid and turn the key and forget, try to forget, i pretend, I pull you in close and pretend that my babies body is without these horrors. Then, someone wants something, phone calls, plans,…I have to open the vault and i don’t want to. Ignorance sure is bliss.
Karen Hayward © 2017
…and it was in the seconds
that I found our spirits
lacing bonds with crimson silk ties.
…and it was in the minutes
that chemistry spilled from our pores
trickling into one pool of serene passion.
…and it was in the hours
that I felt trusts Armour
fall and walls crumble.
…and there it was that you
became the essence of my days,
the caresses of my sleep,
the light in my dark.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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If I gather up
the cracked
pieces of
timeless
porcelain,
the shattered
grains of soul,
the shards of
spirit, the
chipped remains
of identity,
perhaps you
could help me
tidy them into
neat piles of
rationality, dust
away the insanity.
Fill the voids
with self believe,
polishing them
with self confidence
long lost in the
devils hour.
Karen Hayward* ©2017
Image and poem.
My heart, ever yours,
I count the days and
Ebbing tides. Pearlescent
Whispers of crystalline
Beauty, My energy source,
my life force,
Your purity is my essence,
Your light is my very core,
My master i lay down arms
Upon your shore of silver
Beams, i am yours, my soul
Speaks of the twilight hours
Known to you, to I, to
The broken souls of midnight
Hours. Upon unity of life’s
Cycle, I pray thee bestow
Upon me your silent embrace
And loving kisses across glittered
Skin and battered thoughts,
My dearest moon, you are all
That i have sought.
Karen Hayward © 2017
Image and words
To cherish with the chaotic
flurry of energy that swims
within the confines of the
mind, The seconds of existence
that spill light across
darkened shadows,
To explore expressions of
abandoned lust
between the suns heat and
the moons glow…to give what has
never been received.
…energy
flowing at a constant,
freely, the implosion
and explosion of expression
spilling open.
Karen Hayward ©2017
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Impale me,
hold my body close to yours
impale the core of my
existence.
I want you,
Desire you,
Curiosity swarms
Intrigue holds me down
I need the essence of your
desire spilling across me.
Thrust after thrust.
Take me.
Take my purity, spill your
Lustrous ink across my
Skin in whispered hues
Of carnal lust.
Karen Hayward © 2017
