Oceans Light.

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Iridescent thoughts of devotion, a Celtic calling, ancient essence whispers on oceans breeze. Do you hear the echo of my love beneath the waters edge? Walk with me in the swirling tide, oceans haven caressing our toes, suns warmth against our skin, count the freckles upon my shoulders as I count the kisses upon your lips whilst the ocean whispers across waves of descent, searching the depths for the oceans King. Chanting through coral reefs, singing through swimming fish the ancient calling with joyous delight for the child of the ocean has found her light.

Karen Hayward ©2017

 

 

 

Amber and Blue.

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Amber and Blue

When you think of me before I do
When you think of me instead of you
my everything in a world untrue
You are the silver and the gold
The amber and blue
A crescendo of rhythm in my heart unfolds
the little things you do,
is the everything I hold.
From amber and blue
aura everlastingly bold
I can feel love’s brightest glow
Let the the notions of love
be the binding glue
in you i find the beauty
In all that you do
Vibrant and alive..
like amber and blue
I can only cherish the fates that made you mine
A flaming joy in crystalline time
You are the sparkle the starlight sublime
The gravity that holds me close to you.
the beauty of love in the amber and blue

(c) 2016 Michael J. Garland
(c) image Karen Hayward

More of Michael’s amazing poetry can be found on his Google plus page…

https://plus.google.com/+MichaelJamesGarland/posts

Lose yourself in crystal blues.

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Can you feel my need in every

word expressed spilling across

paper and nothing less. Poetic beauty

sensual art let me paint desire across

my skin so you may admire my form in

pure sin. Butterfly kisses across hips on

soft skin of finest porcelain, I am lost in need

an internal yearning for your seed. Give into me,

let my fingers roam where kisses trail let me taste

your lips, your tongue, give me the parts

not reached by the sun. Devour me with

Renewed vigour, take me, use me, hold

me tight within your arms….hold me

close become my calm.

Karen Hayward ©2016

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Lost in the atoms of time.

My soul belongs not of this time,

I’m a lost essence, displaced.

I configure humanity through rhyme,

Forgetting the social rules of saving face.

I’m submerged in a reality of mine,

Iron clad armor coated in red lace.

I tell the world I am doing fine…
But I’m lost among the atoms of time,

when men were gentle and ladies fine,

I am rooted, seeing among the deaf and the blind,

I’m lost among the atoms of time.
I long for the hearts of the kind,

When life was filled in the days,

I search for the lights in the mind,

But I find only dark souls gone astray.

I yearn for elegance, petticoats to dine

Covered in flowers and purest white lace

To sit and talk among my very own kind.

 

But I’m lost among the atoms of time,

when men were gentle and ladies fine,

I am rooted, seeing among the deaf and the blind,

I’m lost among the atoms of time.

 

Karen Hayward ©2016

Without the Rainbow Pieces.

Photo courtesy of Walter E. Gantt. ©2016

‘Pieces of a Rainbow.’

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I feel a vast emptiness inside of me,

spreading through the black storm

clouds, I search for my Rainbow and

I recall you gave it away.

And I search  for my love

and I remember you gave it away.

And I wonder where is my passion

and I recall you gave up that too.

And I ponder the way we once connected,

perfectly synchronized

and I don’t even try as you gave that away…

And now I wonder what is left…

A future?

A future without love

without passion

without soul

…is a slow and torturous death.

Karen Hayward ©2016

Image used with permission ©Walter E. Gantt. 2016

Please see more of his amazing photography here on g+

His wonderful photography can also be

viewed and brought here at Fine Art America.

A soft gentle spank on a naked behind.

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Love is the spilling of cum
the rough caress of the thumb,
the deep exploration and smooth descent,
to the abyss of the angels not heaven sent.
Love is the screams the release in between,
the moans at the touch
the euphoric rush.
Love is the sky the universe and stars,
It’s the future set so very far.
Kisses that taste and sooth and excite,
Love is the light.
Love is the light that glows deep inside,
the soft gentle spank on a naked behind.

Karen Hayward ©2016